Akon - Shakedown Remix lyrics

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Shakedown (Uh-oh-oh); Akon, Nas, here we go New York

(Uh-oh-oh) Here we go world, here we go y'all

(Uh-oh-oh, 'Cause it's a shakedown, uh-oh-oh)

The streets'll do whatever just to see me fail

Mama'll do whatever to keep free from jail

So she tellin' me to get my CDL

But papi said he got some things that we could sell

To turn the corner and to see VVS's

He said you liked girls to get beneath their dresses

You gon' need them SS's, VVS's, BBS's

Here go the keys to the Lexus (Uh-oh-oh)

Now I'm the center of attention like Kareem and them

My squad run around the borough like we Prem' and them

My gang with big truck, wifey's we beamin' them

Let's Esco, that tag team from Queens again

This is Shakedown, here go the breakdown

The big boys are back; 'lil niggaz get off the playground

I got up with the homey A now

The kid babies 'bout to make the Earth quake now

Uh-oh-oh, we back now

A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now

When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down (Lay it down)

And give 'em all you got, 'cause it's a shakedown (Shakedown)

Uh-oh-oh, (New York to H-Town)

We back now (Here we go y'all)

A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now

When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down

(Uh-oh, Nas and Akon, uh-oh, Nas and Akon)

And give 'em all you got, 'cause it's a shakedown

Uh-oh-oh, (Here we go)

My man was smart

Robbed the bank, buried the cash

Did ten years, came home and bought him a Jag

Other side of town, stick-up kids ride around

Young niggaz not prepared this time around

Walk in the jewelry store yellin', "Get on the floor"

Snatched the sales lady up, hit her with the bulldog

Grabbin' the ice, the heist went fast as the Vice

Had rushed in, bussin', could you imagine this life?

The streets come alive and laugh at your sorrows

Leavin' your soul hollow

That you fill it back up liquor bottles

Black Messiah had the jux, 20 ki's uncooked

Easy to push, some Japanese dealers were crooks

They leave niggaz eyes cut out; what it means to us

He seen too much, but we don't give a fuck

Black truck pull up to the door

Infa-green night vision lens we can see through the war

"Get on the floor"

We back now

A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now

When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down

And give 'em all you got, 'cause it's a shakedown

Uh-oh-oh

Do I make myself clear, uh-oh-oh