Uncle Kracker - Steaks Shrimp Lyrics
Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beatCmon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beatUh huh and you dont stop, uh-huh and you dont stopUh huh and you dont stop, uh-huh and you dont stopWe in this great lakes state eatin steaks n shrimpIts kinds hard to miss the crew cause we all got limpsWe come equipped with new kicks and stetsonsThe super saggy bags and the white trash connectionNo flexin, huh, know what I meanYou can feel us fool, we dont need to be seenIts all about the green, not the drugs we be takinThat shits free with an lp in circulation, and we be wastin timeGot them all state, all county, all hood rhymesIts all good times, thank the lordFor dumb *****in people and credit card fraudWere tearin up your lawn, we got herds of lincolnsStep into your crib and have your whole house stinkinDont blink and dont think were softHide your money and your gold and dont express your thoughtsWe get mad props, wreck all shopsPuttin stops on crews they get confused and lose, thats what we doStyles tem from pioneersLeavin suckers in awe you get jawed for lookin queerCan you hear me or am I talkin to the wallThats top dog callin out each and everyone of yallYou get balls you come and talk that shitBut top dogs camp aint nothing to ***** withAnd dont say we didnt warn yaI got this detroit thing with more love than californiaDrunk dj smokin cognac dipsCall me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limpI rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breezeAnd I float through tracks like a shark in the seaA we bit shy but I comply by meAnd Im a mean mother*****er when I have to beGot young gs with sleeves and thieves on holdStrategically placed in case somebody feels bold, I toldYou hos you cant ***** with these cuzI make more papers then treesSee we believe in brotherhood forever is criteriaYou *****in with top dog your *****in with familiaNo I aint feelin ya, got all that I can do to hearAnytime you see me you should stand clearYou see me in my lincoln, in the clubs drinkinWho you gonna check *****, what the ***** you thinkinYou can check me but that shit dont slideYou can get your life took tryin to take my prideYou ride with who? man that shit aint bigI roll with dogs thatll rock your wigAnd got gigs all money, detroit to portlandCellular receivers and beepers is what were sportinYour nothin of importance, I dont sweat youYeah the drinks on me but the jokes on youIm all about the everyday nothin at allSee Im not doin very much Im just havin a ballIm in bed by four Im up by noonI might sit around, I might write me a tuneI might go fishin and again I might notI might get me a 40 or pour me some scotchThe watch on my wrist that dont even existA lot of pissed people from appointments that Ive missedI dissed everybody and their mom for spiteCuz everybodys barkin but nobody ever bitesYour talkin loud, sayin nothinGet you dad, get your cousinGo and get your boy cuz hes as big as a houseNow take your ***** ass click and get the ***** outIm the estranged, deranged, got domains like statesI live in plush hotels with them hourly ratesI do big plates 8 times a dayThe crew be livin large at the seafood bayGot a way with the world and now Im lookin to scrambleAint about to ass out on a no good gambleI could handle anything but I aint down for brokeSo before somebody slides somebodys getting chokedIm a no good freak, I tweak skin like rashesI lose a little love with every day that passesAint a masochistic, rock, statistics, vocabulary Im a very shy simpliticAnd get this, some people say I changedIm the same mother *****er with the same old nameA little extra game and extra cash seeYou could ***** me but dont put it past meYou wanna bash me and got no reasonI can lay up in the caymans for 4 straight seasonsI aint a pnk, I refuse to beI live for what is not what used to beYour all up in the past thats assHear what I sayIm all about today and Im a die that way... *****
