Sean Price - Shake Down Lyrics
[Featuring: Starang Wondah & Steele][Sean Price]Let's play freeze tag with icepicksNightshift, selling white shit to white chicksBikes with vicegrips, scuffed up HuffiesFor the crime, do Shyne time, that's *****ed upYou the type to get *****ed up monthly, beat down dailyAnd smoke up your disability checkSean Price, bout as real as he get, I'm no fool, I'm old schoolLike I'm hard as Gillmore with the skinIf ya, walk through my block and talk about RuckYou get touched mother*****er, cause you talk too muchCome walk with P, so you all can seeHow I get dough, spit flows, to an awkward beatBetta look both ways, before you cross the streetThe Pirelli's on the porsche, push you off your feetSean P., one half of the incredible rap teamY'all niggaz smoked out, incredible track fiend[Starang Wondah]Y'all niggaz is too old to think the way you doAnd you cowards, never do what you say you doI'm in the hood, running with the same crazy crewAnd you ain't nice, you sound like Jay-Z, tooNiggaz is frontin', actin' like bad boysY'all move in silence, we make mad noiseWhen it's beef in the streets, we don't try and make peaceI got killas that 'just blaze', and they don't make beatsS dot, size R, with the long fleeGhetto *****, fat ass, with the long weave][Chorus 2x: Steele]Aiyo, get down, lay down, everybody get on the floorThis is beef, you don't want that paBetter warn everybody in ya city or townLet 'em know, what what, this is the shakedown[Steele]Three star camouflage, mob the barVodka, cognac, it's a mardi grasRoll a big marley, y'all, fanto cigarI got mami in the back with the GodBack to the car, get it in the back of the carI had her fiddlin' with the latch on the braI was huggin' at the strap on the thongThuggin' like a rap nigga songGrindin', to the crack of the dawnShe make a nigga wanna come back in the morn'Make her want a nigga, back, after I'm goneThat's what I'm on, baby got back, word is bondHave y'all like, 'damn, them shit is wrong'Have you like, 'damn, that shit is song'Flip down, lay down, sell or it goes through the rawFour door, gator poured on twenty foursBucktown USA, connect with your boys[Sean Price]Aiyo, shorty look goodNah, she ugly, but I'm drunk as hell, so ***** it shorty look goodThe ***** did E, plus she smoke good treesSo me being who I be, I had to do meThe ***** wanted me to straight spit in the cashSlow dubs, slow *****s, Teddy Pendergrass, noI don't switch to bend yo ass, to *****Over down, jump in your tenants and dash, yoShe talkin' bout that ain't fair***** that's two dollars, ***** you mean, that ain't fairYo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaperOnly splurge on icebergs, Nike's and reeferTimberland boots, and plus a gun to shootAnd a pocket full of coke, in case I don't recoupCuz, time is money and money is timeAnd I just got enough time, to get that money[Chorus 2x]
