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 - Composers:
 - Edward Jr. Hinson
 - Rusty Brito
 - Cameron Giles
 
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Cam'ron - Shake lyrics
Killa, Jones, Freaky, Santana, come on
 Shake, shake, shake, uh
 Shake, shake, shake, uh
 Shake, shake, shake, shake, killa
 Yo, who wanna mess with me or come mess with me
 Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean
 The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team
 Click the Beam, hit the fiend [Incomprehensible] on me
 Lookin' like I'm nicotine
 But it's all for the green like Listerine
 Had to diss the queen thinkin' I'm gon' get her jeans
 I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean
 All my nigga team, fix the fix get the cream
 I sit in Bahamas with Alyssa Milano
 Got the Crist' and the ghanja and it's gettin' un-karma
 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' my condom
 We're the Dip, so cut the shit
 Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
 We're the Dip, so cut the shit
 Ma twist your hips and lick your lips, come on
 Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'
 See your booty panties, ma shake something
 Shake something, shake something
 Shake, shake, shake, shake something
 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 and dive for dick
 They call me Moby, my positive
 Tell them Free Willy if your thigs are thick
 And your ass if fat and your head is right
 And your dough is good, we can smash tonight
 Right here in the car, ma, at the lightCam'ron - Shake - http://motolyrics.com/camron/shake-lyrics.html
 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, [Incomprehensible] grab a bite, what?
 Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite
 Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite
 We're the Dip, so cut the shit
 Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
 We're the Dip, so cut the shit
 Ma twist your hips and lick your lips, come on
 Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'
 See your booty panties, ma shake something
 Shake something, shake something
 Shake, shake, shake, shake something
 In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks
 I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs
 A gun and some bud through the metal detector
 The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha
 I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns
 I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound
 Silencer, dog, how safe it sound?
 I got apes and hounds, he just pace around
 And I'll lace you down but I'm lookin' for
 A Manhattan whore or a Brooklyn whore
 A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore
 Up front but beat around the bush for sure
 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style
 Get it doggy style, you know your doggy's style
 I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more
 V I P up between the bathroom stalls
 We're the Dip, so cut the shit
 Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
 We're the Dip, so cut the shit
 Ma twist your hips and lick your lips, come on
 Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'
 See your booty panties, ma shake something
 Shake something, shake something
 Shake, shake, shake, shake something













