Make your ass shake like a waterbed Can I shake this feeling? You had me reeling Tonight, light a fire We'll be flying up and higher Burning bright, taking flight As we leave all our worries behind It is something special you have If you didn't know, but

This kid's not alright You can follow them to hell This kid's not alright (you can follow them to hell) But this kid's not alright (I still don't know what I'm doing) Troubles coming for the freeman We shake them shaken with the free hand So stand tall,

She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, this shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down My homies the real deal, we smokin' that

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention You're a regular decorated emergency Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Well, I may have

Go girl, Go girl, Go girl, Go girl Shake dem dice and roll em' So go get your friends And I get my friends And we can be friends Do dis every weekend We can hit your place We can hit my place She's on my top 8

Here comes the showdown What goes around comes around Here comes the showdown, oh And the crowds are waiting, oh 'Cause if we break up Then we can make up Shake my booty all night

Hey ey ey ey ey ey You know what they say 'Cause it's a new day, we're gonna go far Knuckle down, trim, and shake off the dead weight You can't hide from your ghosts 'Cause it's a new day, I wanna go far Break it down, jump the gun, find a new way I'm

Someone told they bet I'll be sorry So do we fell if you don't want me now Is this wrong to see life under the life I can be wrong if not then live without me Over my dead body I will never shake this feeling away I can't be wrong enough 'Cause you don't

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Everything lined up for the taking Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it And what I need from 'em? No favors And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Clique too big,