paroles de chanson Shake What Ya Got - Master P
Hey
ma
Hey
ma,
you
want
a
lil′
or
a
lot
Shake
it
for
me
shorty,
work
what
you
got
I
ain't
gon′
stop
'til
I
hit
that
spot
Front
to
the
back
to
the
bottom
to
the
top
I
ain't
gon′
stop
′til
I
hit
that
spot
It's
like
cancer
mayne,
I
roll
massive
mayne
You
see
them
thighs
and
that
butt,
she′s
a
dancer
mayne
I
keep
it
gully
like
I
don't
even
see
her
Tell
my
boy
in
the
cut
man
holla
when
you
see
her
I′m
bling
blingin
man,
me
and
Ghetto
Bill
I
put
my
number
on
a
hundred
dollar
bill
You
want
to
party
shorty,
you
need
to
call
me
shorty
I
talk
country
cause
you
know
I'm
from
New
Orleans
shorty
Let
yourself
go
- you
can
get
naughty
shorty
P.
Miller
shoes
on
that
candy
red
Ferrari
shorty
Yeah
I′m
young
but
I
spit
it
through
my
soul
like
I'm
old
One
of
the
reason
my
pockets
stay
swoll
when
I
roll
Los
hold
the
fo'fo,
headin
low,
slow
stroll
Keep
an
attitude
for
women
that′s,
oh
so
cold
Yeah
I
see
you
actin
up,
this
the
way
to
back
it
up
We
them
No
Limit
boys
you
know
our
paper
stackin
up
Don′t
stop
ma,
drop
it
like
it's
hot
Get
low
with
it,
go
with
it,
show
me
you
a
pro
with
it
I′m
usually
not
the
type
to
jock
But
you
sorta
like
the
type
that
I
would
like
to
watch
Shake
that,
make
that
thang
go
to
the
flo'
I′m
not
Omarion
but
I
could
make
you
say
OH
Let's
go
from
the
Willow
to
the
Ward
Don′t
hold
nuttin
back
ma,
let
me
get
it
all
Let
a
thug
get
up
in
that,
Tank
tryin
to
pin
that
Back
it
out,
toss
ya
up,
360
spin
that
We
in
it
to
win
that,
body
for
the
weekend
You
can
bring
your
girlfriends
I'ma
bring
the
heaters
Ready
for
heavy
breathin,
pumpin
and
sweatin
We
can
do
it
all
night,
girl
you
'bout
that
right?
′Less
you
front
on
my
people
we
ain′t
comin
to
fight
We
comin
to
toss
money,
now
shake
somethin
for
me
Look
at
shawty,
she
movin
like
a
damn
machine
Man
she
mean,
she
shakin
like
a
tamborine
Booty
bustin
out
her
pants
and
seams
So
that
may
be
why
her
cheeks
bounce
like
kids
on
trampolines
Yeahh
- I'm
just
sayin
how
she
walk
she
can
Make
you
put
Bucks
on
her
like
a
Milwaukee
fan
Now
I′m
layin
backwards,
stayin
back
now
I'm
payin
stacks
Cause
her
ass
bouncin
like
the
ball
when
you
playin
jacks
Now
I
ain′t
sayin
that
I'm
trickin
at
all
But
if
she
fine
like
a
waiter
I′ll
be
tippin
a
broad
She
strippin
it
off,
it's
probably
cause
the
stacks
the
man
hold
The
'llacs
to
Land,
Rolls,
I′m
a
Black
Soprano
In
the
back
with
tanned
pros,
now
let′s
do
a
little
math
Add
me
and
subtract
your
pants
slow
I
wanna
see
you
clown
on
the
dance
flo'
So
shake
like
ya
pros
and
bounce
to
the
banjos
![Master P - The Ultimate Master P](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/v/5/a/i/stkje8ia5v.jpg)
1 Tell 'em
2 Who Want Some
3 Them Jeans
4 Who Them Boyz
5 We Like Them Girlz
6 Let Me See It
7 Thug Chick feat. Hallelujah
8 Represent
9 Stressin'
10 Shake What Ya Got
11 There They Go
12 Act A Fool
13 Dope Mann
14 I Ain't Play'n
15 I Need Dubs
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