Sean Price - Shake Down lyrics

rate me

(feat. Starang Wondah, Steele)

[Sean Price]

Let's play freeze tag with icepicks

Nightshift, selling white shit to white chicks

Bikes with vicegrips, scuffed up Huffies

For the crime, do Shyne time, that's fucked up

You the type to get fucked up monthly, beat down daily

And smoke up your disability check

Sean Price, bout as real as he get, I'm no fool, I'm old school

Like I'm hard as Gillmore with the skin

If ya, walk through my block and talk about Ruck

You get touched motherfucker, cause you talk too much

Come walk with P, so you all can see

How I get dough, spit flows, to an awkward beat

Betta look both ways, before you cross the street

The Pirelli's on the porsche, push you off your feet

Sean P., one half of the incredible rap team

Y'all niggaz smoked out, incredible track fiend

[Starang Wondah]

Y'all niggaz is too old to think the way you do

And you cowards, never do what you say you do

I'm in the hood, running with the same crazy crew

And you ain't nice, you sound like Jay-Z, too

Niggaz is frontin', actin' like bad boys

Y'all move in silence, we make mad noise

When it's beef in the streets, we don't try and make peace

I got killas that 'just blaze', and they don't make beats

S dot, size R, with the long flee

Ghetto bitch, fat ass, with the long weave

[Chorus x2: Steele]

Aiyo, get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor

This is beef, you don't want that pa

Better warn everybody in ya city or town

Let 'em know, what what, this is the shakedown

[Steele]

Three star camouflage, mob the bar

Vodka, cognac, it's a mardi gras

Roll a big marley, y'all, fanto cigar

I got mami in the back with the God

Back to the car, get it in the back of the car

I had her fiddlin' with the latch on the bra

I was huggin' at the strap on the thong

Thuggin' like a rap nigga song

Grindin', to the crack of the dawn

She make a nigga wanna come back in the morn'

Make her want a nigga, back, after I'm gone

That's what I'm on, baby got back, word is bond

Have y'all like, 'damn, them shit is wrong'

Have you like, 'damn, that shit is song'

Flip down, lay down, sell or it goes through the raw

Four door, gator poured on twenty fours

Bucktown USA, connect with your boys

[Sean Price]

Aiyo, shorty look good

Nah, she ugly, but I'm drunk as hell, so fuck it shorty look good

The bitch did E, plus she smoke good trees

So me being who I be, I had to do me

The bitch wanted me to straight spit in the cash

Slow dubs, slow fucks, Teddy Pendergrass, no

I don't switch to bend yo ass, to fuck

Over down, jump in your tenants and dash, yo

She talkin' bout that ain't fair

Bitch that's two dollars, fuck you mean, that ain't fair

Yo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaper

Only splurge on icebergs, Nike's and reefer

Timberland boots, and plus a gun to shoot

And a pocket full of coke, in case I don't recoup

Cuz, time is money and money is time

And I just got enough time, to get that money

[Chorus x2]