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Steaks Shrimp Lyrics - Double Wide - Uncle Kracker

Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat 

C'mon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat 

Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop 

Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop 

 

We in this great lakes state eatin' steaks n shrimp 

It's kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps 

We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons 

The super saggy bags and the white trash connection 

No flexin', huh, know what I mean 

You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen 

It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin' 

That shits free with an lp in circulation, and we be wastin' time 

Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes 

It's all good times, thank the lord 

For dumb fuckin' people and credit card fraud 

Were tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of lincolns 

Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin' 

Don't blink and don't think were soft 

Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts 

We get mad props, wreck all shops 

Puttin' stops on crews they get confused and lose, that's what we do 

Styles tem from pioneers 

Leavin' suckers in awe you get jawed for lookin' queer 

Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall 

That's top dog callin' out each and everyone of y'all 

You get balls you come and talk that shit 

But top dogs camp ain't nothing to fuck with 

And don't say we didn't warn ya 

I got this detroit thing with more love than california 

Drunk dj smokin' cognac dips 

Call me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limp 

I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze 

And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea 

A we bit shy but I comply by me 

And I'm a mean motherfucker when I have to be 

Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold 

Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold, I told 

You ho's you can't fuck with these 'cause 

I make more papers then trees 

See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria 

You fuckin' with top dog your fuckin' with familia 

No I ain't feelin' ya, got all that I can do to hear 

Anytime you see me you should stand clear 

You see me in my lincoln, in the clubs drinkin' 

Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin' 

You can check me but that shit don't slide 

You can get your life took tryin' to take my pride 

You ride with who? man that shit ain't big 

I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig 

And got gigs all money, detroit to portland 

Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin' 

Your nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you 

Yeah the drinks on me but the jokes on you 

I'm all about the everyday nothin' at all 

See I'm not doin very much I'm just havin' a ball 

I'm in bed by four I'm up by noon 

I might sit around, I might write me a tune 

I might go fishin' and again I might not 

I might get me a 40 or pour me some scotch 

The watch on my wrist that don't even exist 

A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed 

I dissed everybody and their mom for spite 

'cause everybody's barkin' but nobody ever bites 

Your talkin' loud, sayin' nothin' 

Get you dad, get your cousin 

Go and get your boy 'cause he's as big as a house 

Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out 

I'm the estranged, deranged, got domains like states 

I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates 

I do big plates 8 times a day 

The crew be livin' large at the seafood bay 

Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble 

Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble 

I could handle anything but I ain't down for broke 

So before somebody slides somebody's getting' choked 

I'm a no good freak, I tweak skin like rashes 

I lose a little love with every day that passes 

Ain't a masochistic, rock, statistics, vocabulary I'm a very shy simplitic 

And get this, some people say I changed 

I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name 

A little extra game and extra cash see 

You could fuck me but don't put it past me 

You wanna bash me and got no reason 

I can lay up in the caymans for 4 straight seasons 

I ain't a pnk, I refuse to be 

I live for what is not what used to be 

Your all up in the past that's ass 

Hear what I say 

I'm all about today and I'm a die that way... bitch 

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