Shake

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Killa, Jones, Freekey, Santana, come on

Shake, shake, shake, uh

Shake, shake, up

Shake it down, up, down, up, around

Shake, shake, shake (Killa, come on)

Yo

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Who wanna mess with me? Or come mess with me

Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean

Way I glitz and gleam, trigger team, click the beam

Hit the fiend, give 'em lean, clickin' like I'm nicotine

But it's all for the green like Listerine

Had to diss the queen thinkin' I'ma get her jeans

I ain't Ginuwine (Nah), ma, my mission's mean

On my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream

I sit in Bahamas with Alyssa Milano

Got the Cris' and the ganja and it's gettin' her calmer

Comma, now she cryin', she missin' her mama

Just a steppin' stone for me, now I'm hittin Madonna

And she twistin' the fauna as we sit in the sauna

Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin' the 'conda

[Pre-Chorus]

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on

[Chorus: Cam'ron]

Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'

See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin'

Shake somethin', shake somethin' (Killa, uh)

Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh (Yo, uh, yo)

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

And I got some girls, about five or six

And a five and six, about five or six

I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit

Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick

Who as live as this? My pool size is sick

But swim in my pants, dive for dick

They call me Moby, my paws are piff

Tell her free Willy if your thighs are thick

And your ass is fat and your head is right

And your dough is good, we can smash tonight

Right here in the car, ma, at the light

If you ask for cash, oh, I'm mad for life

Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight

If you get mad, clap or grab a bite (What?)

Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite

Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite, Killa

[Pre-Chorus]

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on

[Chorus: Cam'ron & JR Writer]

Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'

See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin'

Shake somethin', shake somethin'

Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh (Yeah, uh-huh, yo)

[Verse 3: JR Writer]

In front of the club (Club), drop coupes and trucks (Trucks)

I'ma front in the club (Club), with a hundreds of studs (Studs)

A gun and some bud (Bud), through the metal detector

The metal detect you, settle and wet you

I don't mettle with extra (Nope), you fakes and clowns (Clowns)

I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound

Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? (Sound)

I got apes and hounds (Hounds), he just pace around ('Round)

And I'll lace you down (Down), but I'm lookin' for (What?)

A Manhattan ho (What else?), or a Brooklyn whore (Whore)

A Bronx bitch to let me look, explore (Explore)

Up front, but beat around the bush for sure

'Til her tush is sore (Sore), hit it doggy-style (Style)

Get it doggy-style, you know your doggy's style

I'ma mack or more (More), and it's smash or more (More)

VIP up between the bathroom stalls

[Pre-Chorus]

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on

[Chorus: Cam'ron]

Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'

See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin'

Shake somethin', shake somethin'

Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh