Shake, shake it all night long You listen while I'm talkin' to you, now Tell you what I'm gonna do now There's a new thing going around now And I'll tell what to put down Move your body all around, and just shake Ha, that's the way you do it Oh, g'on,

Black and yellow Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything I put it down from my whip to my diamonds I'm in Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Yeah, uh huh screamin' that's

My grandma was a wise old soul Took me by the hand not long ago Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound Of the wind that's that's blowin' through the trees Rivers flowin' to the sea Yeah they're all headin' home

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide) When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying Know

That's what country is It's homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss It ain't a John Deere cap that's that's never fell

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher You do the bag That's That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

I'm the queen of Kansas City, no thanks Omaha, thanks a lot I'm the number one attraction in every supermarket parking lot Kansas City Star, that's what I are Got a letter just this morning, it was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written,

That's what happens when two worlds collide Your world was made up of things sweet and good My world could never fit in, I wish it could Two hearts lie in shambles and oh, how they've cried Those wedding bells with never ring for me Your world was so