O G Money - Shake Up lyrics

rate me

Uh huh, it's about that time)

(Going from a T-Blast, to an Industry Blast)

It's time for the music scene to stop, and wake up

Justin B. is hot, but with a face full of make up

Yes, this is the Shake up It's time for a roll call

I'm a menace to society, but da name aint O Dog

F.O.E. Bring heat Please get what we on

Or end up like Da Juiceman, Booed after three songs

B.B. Kings wasn't pleased to me, no shocker

OJ shouldn't have shown face like Waka Flaka (Flaka! )

"Going Hard in the paint", Yeah, that's my song

While Flaka recording, Gucci Mane dancing with his mom

"Burr" My nigga that's cold

I hope the stunt was for sales, because he's ass couldn't go gold

Play this song when he bomb, "This is ridiculous"

This should be proof come new we getting sick of this

Trap rap you in the same pack as Soulja Boy

Catch feelings and villains clap like the Noila Boys

I heard Mr. Tell 'em is beefing with Cris Brown

Don't you know he hit a bitch? You better sit down

This is a hit now Thank me for fame

Don't get mad Be glad I called your name

You were featured in a better song, than you can ever make

I'm not David Blain but I'll make your ass levitate

Hungry like Ii never ate play this on the radio

And change Mike Jones (Who?) to Mike Jones (Where'd he go?)

Let 'em know O G Money aint feelin' ya

Rick Ross coming, better hide the paraphernalia

Undercover cop and a retired P. O.

You want "the coke side of life"? better call Ne-Yo

Hate when people speak upon what they don't know

Cali got good for ten five, now that's a low quote

Rappers turning actors and I aint talking Jo Jo

But she could sit on me, and make like a yo yo

Don't rock polo, and I don't wear vans

You like Lady Gaga, switching styles every chance

Just dance because rap lost meaning

And this happened back when T.I. Rocked the bennie

Urban leagun getting roasted by the best

Ya'll assholes best to toast with Kanye West

And while you're there soak game, get ya skills up

Birdman be the name getting robbed, when the steel's tucked

So you better kiss little wayne goodbye

Said he's the only one you kiss? So you're way passed bi

Lil Wayne, I hope your ghostwriter can battle rap

Because you were garbage before Kurupt dropped Battlecat

Now you all metaphors you and Bird a set of whores

I'ma do you like 40 Glocc, only I wont press record

Hit you with the iron like we on the fairways

The day I bump Nikki, is the day I wish on airplanes

Only a few rappers in the game I respect

Outkast, Sick wit it, and Ya Boy on deck

Eminem go in, Bum B always Reack

Ludacris is my nigga, Paul Wall you a vet

So if you aint hear your name, let the beef begin

I deliever it to your concert like the pizza man

Hot Damn, I rock put me in your IPod

Even an athiest heard this shyt and said "My God"

Cali stand up, I'ma hold you down

O G Money the same guy who sold you them pounds

And if you responed to this, don't expect a diss back

Just start calling Hoover niggas to try and get your shyt back

Before I go, Congrats to Nick Cannon

Knocked up Mariah, he used hella plannin'

Hella purse handling Ha he got bitched

Moved up from Drumline, now you a Hitch

I guess that aint going to play this on the radio

Especially, when I say Lady Gaga aint a lady yo

Damn, mayne how rude of me

The name's O G Money, nigga go google me