Ghetto Poet E

Shake it up, Shake it up now, baby. Shake it Up, shake it up now, Dance with me more We gon' dance, drink, twist up our fingers. Shake All the bad bitches wanna get with the Gangstas. Shake Come pick a fly nigga from the Clique. We got money, we got blicks, We top shit. Top Crip, drivin' 'round in hot Shit. Shake the city every time that we drop Shit. Me and Steels like somethin' you ain't never Seen. Underground kings with iced out clique rings. Underdogs, but now we in the big league. Masked up tryna see what the lick read. George Jefferson the Third. Anybody make a funny move, leave that nigga on The curb. Steak 48 in Shirley Temple. Dead homies, I love my beautician. Dead homies, I'm up on you niggas. On the dead homies, I'm gunnin' for you niggas. Lamborghinis in real life, all on the TV in Real life. The shit you niggas dream is my Real life. Through all the clout and the fame, Nigga still the same. Ghetto poet for the city, Crip James. Dance with me. Shake your body all over me once more. Dance. Dance with me. Dance. Dance with me, baby, dance with me one more Time. Shake it up, shake it up now, Baby. Dance With Me one more time. Shake it up, shake it Up now, baby. With me one more time. Shake it up, shake It up now, baby