Got the shakes, too much gravy I'm so fried What did I do? Knuckles scraped, please don't blame me Can't hurt a fly I couldn't hurt you Change my shape
give me got me good, now watch me It's a different species, meet me in DC Let's party on the White House lawn Tiger Woods times Jesse James equals Pitbull
just can't run up in this building and shoot And fools got my brother hostage, man [Savon] Fuck that!! [King James] I don't want nobody shoots 'til
his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl
dancin' with the phunk, if you wanna be sweet and fine Hey hey hey You've got to shake with the phunk, if you wanna have a good time Shaking shaking shaking
brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place Sold out all night long So, really I'm in outer space Really I ain't got
watch out I got too much soul for the world It's breaking my heart in two I got too much soul for you I don't like it but it's true Uh, I got too much
off your get off your mustang, Sally If you don't shake it up, baby, shake it up, baby" Twist and shout, oh what I could will a radio here James Brown
corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You're in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue
got a 007 watch and it's a one and only It's got a I-Spy beeper that tells me when you're lonely I got a Batmobile so I can reach ya' in a fast shake
team my seed I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five For as long as I'm alive, paw I got
MC, Heavy D This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz This also goes out to my money earnin' Mount Vernon crew J. Daddy, James
ol skool We got dj jazzy jeff on the wheelz We got to show em we got to show em the way it used to get done man We got to show them the way it used to
out Get stomped out, get stomped out [Verse:1] Now the kid is back, I'm not Michael Joradn but I'm coming back Kinda like Pierce in Boston the truth is back Got
lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] They got this motherfucker twisted up And from the sound of the barrle I got
don't give a fuck if the club on ya block or not 'Cuz if ya step on our toes then it's bound to get hot It's bound to get heated all of us we got a SK
I'm with you, gimme ur number [AZ] - No doubt, no doubt [F] - Here go my number right here [Verse 1] You know the happenings, homies just yapping and Hand shaking
