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| Song: | Shake dat shit | 
 
| Album: |   | Genres: | Rap & Hip-Hop | 
 
| Year: | 2004 | 
Length: | 223 sec | 
 
 
Lyrics: 
 (Chorus - Ludacris  (Shawnna))
 
 Maannn, these bitches is awfully nasty
 And these bitches keep walking past me
 Either way, I'm a pimp for today
 Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit!
 (Now these niggaz is bout they bank)
 (And these niggaz keep buying dranks)
 (Lips creep from my body on your lips)
 (Get it closer to the tip and shake that shit!)
 
 (Verse 1 - Shawnna)
 S-H-A to the W double N-A
 Real bitch don't play
 Your eyes can't hide what your lips won't say
 You're acting like the Dukes of the Fifth won't spray
 It's okay, they gon learn
 Chi's most wanted bitch wait your turn!
 Sac full of yum I'm a make that burn
 Y'all can't smoke none anyway
 Wild ones, walk wit a bitch through wild slums
 Trying to figure out if they're scared of the hips or the chips
 Or they really can't talk to a bitch wit wild guns
 No games, hat to the side wit low frame
 Now I came in this industry killin em
 Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny wit an O and a gram!
 
 (Chorus)
 
 (Verse 2 - Shawnna)
 C-H-I to the C-A, G-O
 If you ain't been, don't go
 My city's so fast, you react so slow
 Your heart might stop and your blood won't flow
 (That ain't right) I stomp through the hood
 Wit a grand on my feet like that ain't tight
 Diamonds on my neck like that ain't bright
 I come through and shut down the Saturday Night!
 (Hell yeah) You can kiss that and
 (Feel there) bring it right back
 Don't mess wit the frame if you don't know a thing
 Six years in the game, I'm still here
 Hold up! They mad cause the streets is sold up!
 I'm back on my feet, so watch for the cops, we'll never stop
 Just rep for ya block and throw it up!
 
 (Chorus)
 
 (Verse 3 - Shawnna)
 M-I-D to the W-E-S-T
 Better yet that's me
 Most of y'all chicks gotta impress me
 You say you got skills, put 'em up let's see
 Show and prove, I hate to really see
 What y'all goin through, put on any beat
 We could spit it in the street
 From the West to the East, or South to the house
 Just showing love, go home
 The body on the flo' is so grown
 What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label
 And ya gotta shed a tear, cause you hear ya career's
 Been post-poned, back up
 Smart mouth bitches, get slapped up
 Take it to the trap, get clapped up
 Put it in ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up
 
 (Chorus x2)
 
 (Outro - Shawnna)
 Shorty said, shorty said
 Shorty said, shorty said
 Wait a minute, hold up
 Wait a minute, hold up
 Hold up, wait a minute
 Hold up, now wait a minute
 Shorty said, shorty said
 Shorty said, shorty said 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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