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Lletres: Bizzy Bone. Shake Ya Stick.

Shake that, shake that stick
Wassup lil son? How you doin, baby?

Shake that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Shake that stick
That's my boy right there, yeah

Shake that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Suprise, it's really a bitch
I was raised by my papi, though, papi, though
Shake ya stick

In the strip club lookin for a humble young thing
With a roll of cash money, motherfucker, get it quick, thug
Fellas all around me, don't sit too close to the door
And they gettin naked in this motherfucker, y'all keep calm
Got on time, they be rollin with dudes
Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude
Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group
But I was raised by my papa and my papa told me trust no two
Straight veryly, and in the spiritual form, only God split so, and the spirit reborn
But baby still dancin
I see the bitches tryin to stop me, never roll with a plan, can't copy, gimme
They say that two is too sloppy
It tops and tear at ya loppy
Can't even get monopoly, in the soul game
And the baby boy he cocky
And you better watch your word game, cause the shit get stocky
My opportunity to ration out the love for the one, my Papi
Motherfuckers don't know what we do, no one got me
Only one true God in the house for sure
Who you roll with? I roll with the Lord
Trust and believe
Lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws
And what you see is what the fuck they saw
We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the Father of all
And that's God y'all

That stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, I said it really was a bitch
I was raised by my papi
And tell em they'll never win
Because they caught up in the sin
And we drinks for free
Shake that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, it was really a bitch
And I was raised by my papi
Can you tell em they'll never win
And they get caught up in the sin
Round here, we drink for free

She was playin on deception
And spiritually was a dead-end
Mountin the battle station
And we bring on no weapons
For the inception of the relationship, I guess I shoulda known
She was playin for deception and spiritually she was dead
And mountin up the battle station, bring no weapons
The inceptions of the relationship
I guess I shoulda known when she said she had us caught up on tape
Bitch, we ain't even bone
This warfare goes deep in the clones
Cheaper when they come up to park their shit
Demons is on
Quick, Cleveland get gone
But I don't speak about the radius
A hardcore brother with the Father and the capius
The athiests, bitch ass demons, they don't need no athiests
Fuck em, they should bust their ass
Cocksuckin break, bitch
Tell me where the tunes at
Iknowwhoyourollinwit
Secrets tellin, they better lose that all
Baby, We get it poppin down in the city streets
Either don't roll with neither one of these bitches
They gonna reak
Don't sleep til the mission complete
I got a treat for the honey
And man, honey is sweet

Yeah, shake ya stick
And the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, really a bitch
I was raised by my papi
And I was raised by my papi

Yeah, that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, baby, it was only a bitch
And I was raised by my papi
Tell em they'll never win
And they'll caught up in the sin
Round here, we drink for free
Tell em again

Shake that stick
Shake that stick
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay!
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay!
Shake that stick
It's when the faggots try to lust your body
Baby surprise, it was really a bitch
Man I was raised by my papi
Tell em to never... tell em iveva... heh
We just shake that stick
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay!
Shake that stick
Shake yo stick

Yeah, openin em up
Openin em up, heheh
Please believe, you know what it is
You know the rules
Shake that stick
Shake that stick
Shake that

One true God in the house, for sure
Represent it, confess with the tongue, you know
You know, what you throwin up, cool?
Yeah...