[Intro: Bizzy]
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Shake, that, shake, that, stick, stick
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Whassup lil' son, how you doin baby?
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Shake, that, stick
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When the faggots try to lust your body, shake that stick, stick
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That's my boy right there, yeah, heh
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Shake, that, stick
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When the faggots try to lust your body
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Surprise, it's really a bitch
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I was raised by my papi though, papi though
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Shake ya stick
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[Bizzy Bone]
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In the strip club lookin for a humble young, thang
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With a roll of cash money, motherfucker get it quick thug
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Ha, fellas all around me don't sit too close to the door
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And they gettin naked in this motherfucker, y'all keep calm
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Got on time, they be rollin with dudes
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Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude, heh
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Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group
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But I was raised by my poppa and my poppa told me trust no two
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Straight verily, and in the spiritual form
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And only God split so, and the spirit reborn
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The baby still dancin, I see the bitches tryin to stop me
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Never roll with a plan, can't copy gimme
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They say that two is too sloppy
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It tops and tear ya jalopy, can't even get monopoly
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The soul game, and the baby boy he cocky
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And you better watch your word game, cause the shit get stocky
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My opportunity to ration out the love for the one, my papi
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Muh'fuckers don't know what we do, no one got me
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Only one true God in the house for sure
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Who you roll with? I roll with the Lord
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Trust and believe, lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws
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And what you see is what the fuck they saw
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We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the father of all
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And that's God y'all
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[Chorus]
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That, stick; when the faggots try to lust yo' body
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Surprise, I said it really was a bitch
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I was raised by my papi, and tell 'em they'll never win
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Because they caught up in the sin and we drinks for free
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Shake that stick, when the faggots try to lust yo' body
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Surprise, it was really a bitch
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And I was raised by my papi, can you tell 'em they'll never win
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And they get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free
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[Bizzy Bone]
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She was playin on deception and spiritually was a dead-end
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Mountin the battle station and we bring on no weapons
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For the inception of the relationship
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I guess I shoulda known...
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She was playin for deception and spiritually she was dead
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And mountin up the battle station, bring no weapons
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The inceptions of the relationship, I guess I shoulda known
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when she said she had us caught up on tape, bitch we ain't even bone
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This warfare goes deep in the clones
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Cheaper when they come up to park their shit, demons is on
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Quick, Cleveland get gone, but I don't speak about the radius
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A hardcore brother with the Father and the capius
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The atheists, bitch-ass demons, they don't need no atheists
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Fuck 'em, they should bust their ass
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Cocksuckin break bitch, tell me where the tunes at
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Iknowwhoyourollinwit - secrets tellin, they better lose that all
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Baby we get it poppin down in the city streets
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Either roll with the one or these bitches they gonna wreak
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Don't sleep 'til the mission complete
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I got a treat for the honey and man, honey is sweet
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, shake yo' stick
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And the faggots try to lust yo' body; surprise, really a bitch
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I was raised by my papi, and I was raised by my papi
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Yeah, that, stick
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When the faggots try to lust yo' body
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Surprise baby, it was only a bitch
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And I was raised by my papi, tell 'em they'll never win
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And they'll get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free
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Tell 'em again
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Shake that stick, shake that stick
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Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi, ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi
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Shake that stick
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It's when the faggots try to lust yo' body
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Baby surprise, it was really a bitch
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Man I was raised by my papi
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Tell 'em never, tell 'em di-fff-fff, haha
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We just shake, that, stick
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Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah
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Shake, that, stick, stick, shake, yo', stick
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[Outro: Bizzy]
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Yeah, openin 'em up, openin 'em up, haha
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Please believe, you know what it is
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You know the rules, shake that stick, stick, stick
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Shake, that, stick, stick... stick, shake that
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One true God in the house, for sho'
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