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    T-bone Shake Ya Body текст песни

    Shake Ya Body

    All you rappers gonna wish I never got in the game
    Cuz when I get my first hit, everything fina change
    The whips and slang, medallions on yo platinum chains
    From the art of spitting to darn near everything in between
    Move around now, get up and dance now
    Get out ya chair, get on the floor
    Go on and bounce now, I move crowds like security guards
    Plus I’m hard as it gets, even when I’m reppin my God
    So everybody in the building wave ya hands and get down
    From the inner city’s and suburbs to them country cow towns
    I’m stacking chips like Doritos and casino tables
    and pushing whips like em valet’s at them record label’s
    Move around now, get up and dance now
    Get out ya chair, get on the floor now, go on and bounce now
    Life is good when ya blessed wit all the finer things
    Got piece of mind, from the grind, plus em diamond rings!

    Chorus
    Shake ya body like ya got the holy ghost now
    Shake ya body like your shivering cuz it’s cold out
    Shake ya body got the wiggle in your soul now
    Shake ya body what, shake ya body what

    Who could it be, on the M-I-C yall ain’t gotta tell me
    Everybody in the club is fond of me, cuz how I rock em beats
    I ain’t R&B, and all of you haters just a bunch of punk wanna be’s
    I don’t, pack a piece, cuz I’m bout the peace
    Even though you suckas wanna try to pull and squeeze
    Well goin release, I aint scared, I’m on my knees
    I’m a really keep it real with the Jesus piece
    I got yall tripping pimping, by the way that I be ripping spitting
    All of these lyrical styles that got the crowd jumping
    Over a beat that’s hitting, hitting, chicken, grits, and catfish
    Love it wit a side of greens and beans in my dish
    You know it’s all good when I slide through the hood
    Cuz I represent my people the way that a playa should
    et love from all the homies in the red and the blue
    Mexicanos y cubanos and em white boys too
    I stay true to the game, I ain’t new to the game
    Still keeping it gospel and prey, when I, rip the mic
    Cuz I’m dynamite, like JJ
    Then all the people tell me show ya right
    It’s on tonight, I know you love the way I write
    And I’m a make all of the rappers wanna die tonight
    Still holy ghost filled, freed from sin
    I keep it holy plus I make the bread, got that water
    That will never ever wanna make you thirst again
    And I’m psycho when I grab the pen
    Make miracles happen when I’m up in the vocal booth
    And everybody always tripping cuz I spit the truth, to reach the youth
    You suckas better call a truce, or I’m a have all of you rappers shaking in ya boots
    You’ll probably never catch me packing a knife
    But I’m cutting rappers to death with all the words that I write
    The truth and the light, is what I’m representing tonight
    By the end of the night I’ll have the crowd ready to fight
    So throw ya hands up, throw ya hands up, all my people if ya wit me go on and stand up
    Making inspirational music for em killas and thugs, tell em to
    Put away them heaters, stop slanging em drugs
    Got get them, gangstas and riders, make songs
    Trying to get inside, tired of, hearing all em sirens
    Can I, get a moment of silence, sick of the violence
    Murders, and burglars, and curb servers, concerning em burners
    Ya better believe they concern us, they con earners
    With the gift to gab, ready to stab, used to be conscious
    Now they conscious has gone bad, they living really hard
    And quick to pull ya card, don’t make me holla, dogg
    I’m bout to get my bodyguards



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