Shake Ya Stick Lyrics - Speaking In Tongues - Bizzy Bone

[Intro: Bizzy] 

Shake, that, shake, that, stick, stick 

Whassup lil' son, how you doin baby? 

Shake, that, stick 

When the faggots try to lust your body, shake that stick, stick 

That's my boy right there, yeah, heh 

Shake, that, stick 

When the faggots try to lust your body 

Surprise, it's really a bitch 

I was raised by my papi though, papi though 

Shake ya stick 

[Bizzy Bone] 

In the strip club lookin for a humble young, thang 

With a roll of cash money, motherfucker get it quick thug 

Ha, fellas all around me don't sit too close to the door 

And they gettin naked in this motherfucker, y'all keep calm 

Got on time, they be rollin with dudes 

Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude, heh 

Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group 

But I was raised by my poppa and my poppa told me trust no two 

Straight verily, and in the spiritual form 

And only God split so, and the spirit reborn 

The baby still dancin, I see the bitches tryin to stop me 

Never roll with a plan, can't copy gimme 

They say that two is too sloppy 

It tops and tear ya jalopy, can't even get monopoly 

The soul game, and the baby boy he cocky 

And you better watch your word game, cause the shit get stocky 

My opportunity to ration out the love for the one, my papi 

Muh'fuckers don't know what we do, no one got me 

Only one true God in the house for sure 

Who you roll with? I roll with the Lord 

Trust and believe, lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws 

And what you see is what the fuck they saw 

We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the father of all 

And that's God y'all 

[Chorus] 

That, stick; when the faggots try to lust yo' body 

Surprise, I said it really was a bitch 

I was raised by my papi, and tell 'em they'll never win 

Because they caught up in the sin and we drinks for free 

Shake that stick, when the faggots try to lust yo' body 

Surprise, it was really a bitch 

And I was raised by my papi, can you tell 'em they'll never win 

And they get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free 

[Bizzy Bone] 

She was playin on deception and spiritually was a dead-end 

Mountin the battle station and we bring on no weapons 

For the inception of the relationship 

I guess I shoulda known... 

She was playin for deception and spiritually she was dead 

And mountin up the battle station, bring no weapons 

The inceptions of the relationship, I guess I shoulda known 

when she said she had us caught up on tape, bitch we ain't even bone 

This warfare goes deep in the clones 

Cheaper when they come up to park their shit, demons is on 

Quick, Cleveland get gone, but I don't speak about the radius 

A hardcore brother with the Father and the capius 

The atheists, bitch-ass demons, they don't need no atheists 

Fuck 'em, they should bust their ass 

Cocksuckin break bitch, tell me where the tunes at 

Iknowwhoyourollinwit - secrets tellin, they better lose that all 

Baby we get it poppin down in the city streets 

Either roll with the one or these bitches they gonna wreak 

Don't sleep 'til the mission complete 

I got a treat for the honey and man, honey is sweet 

[Chorus] 

Yeah, shake yo' stick 

And the faggots try to lust yo' body; surprise, really a bitch 

I was raised by my papi, and I was raised by my papi 

Yeah, that, stick 

When the faggots try to lust yo' body 

Surprise baby, it was only a bitch 

And I was raised by my papi, tell 'em they'll never win 

And they'll get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free 

Tell 'em again 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Shake that stick, shake that stick 

Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi, ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi 

Shake that stick 

It's when the faggots try to lust yo' body 

Baby surprise, it was really a bitch 

Man I was raised by my papi 

Tell 'em never, tell 'em di-fff-fff, haha 

We just shake, that, stick 

Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah 

Shake, that, stick, stick, shake, yo', stick 

[Outro: Bizzy] 

Yeah, openin 'em up, openin 'em up, haha 

Please believe, you know what it is 

You know the rules, shake that stick, stick, stick 

Shake, that, stick, stick... stick, shake that 

One true God in the house, for sho' 

Represent it, confessin with the tongue, you know 

You know, what you throwin up, cool 

Yeah