Shake What Ya Got Lyrics - Black

Hey ma Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot 

Shake it for me shorty, work what you got 

I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot 

Front to the back to the bottom to the top 

I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot 

It's like cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne 

You see them thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne 

I keep it gully like I don't even see her 

Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her 

I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill 

I put my number on a hundred dollar bill 

You want to party shorty, you need to call me shorty 

I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty 

Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty 

P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty 

Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old 

One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll 

Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll 

Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold 

Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up 

We them No Limit boys you know our paper stackin up 

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Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot 

Get low with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it 

I'm usually not the type to jock 

But you sorta like the type that I would like to watch 

Shake that, make that thang go to the flo' 

I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH 

Let's go from the Willow to the Ward 

Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all 

Let a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that 

Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that 

We in it to win that, body for the weekend 

You can bring your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters 

Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin 

We can do it all night, girl you 'bout that right? 

'Less you front on my people we ain't comin to fight 

We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me 

Photos 

Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine 

Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine 

Booty bustin out her pants and seams 

So that may be why her cheeks bounce like kids on trampolines 

Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can 

make you put Bucks on her like a Milwaukee fan 

Now I'm layin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks 

Cause her ass bouncin like the ball when you playin jacks 

Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all 

But if she fine like a waiter I'll be tippin a broad 

She strippin it off, it's probably cause the stacks the man hold 

The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black Soprano 

In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a little math 

Add me and subtract your pants slow 

I wanna see you clown on the dance flo' 

So shake like ya pros and bounce to the banjos