Christy Smith - Shammy's lyrics

Shammy Not the jenny on the jimmy on the jammy A double whammy Not your mammy or granny But maybe your ladys a shammy If she likes to put her nickname on her fanny Chitty-chitty bang-bang, ittty-bitty brain-game Hope its not the same thing that I heard before Rollin' with a chain gang, couldn't be a plain jane A dressed up shammy is a messed up ho With dookie braids she parades in the street to the beat Six-deep, heading for the swap meet Complete she deletes the definition of a freak Her body is bad but her girl is sad (?) I met my first shammy on the hillcrest drive At a funky fresh jam back in 1985 I said damn, whats up with the flim flam? And the wham to the bam to the thank-you ma'am I got a Cadillac ride sittin' right outside But baby gotta keep it low, so we gots'ta hide But then the DJ kicked in the ba** And everybody picked up the pace She bumped the rump that had the hip-hop pumpin And then she put her booty all in my face Lemme tell ya she was rubbin on my knees with her permanent crease Turned around and then she was pullin on my BVDs Yo baby.. i. did. not. say. that. you. could. do. THAT! Now leave my booty alone and give me cushion for the pushin' on my bone Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho Welcome to the shammy hall of fame front row Brought up as a pinky and the stinky up close (?) Shammy's getting faded on the fellowship show Hi ho hi ho ho hi ho Gimme little look ****** and I will go Buniqua and Batina and Shatima know the pro Fessional-pro-fessional-pro hi ho From Idaho to Ohio the shammys get the pros Words from the summit, the shammys favorite h*mo Bye ho, bye ho, bye hoes, bye hoes, by ho I went to a shammy convention annually given by the neighbor shammys Pulled a shammy named Shalqua off the green eyes camera called the cookie Aw suki suki, aw took me took me to the back She laid me on my back Lookie lookie lookie here, she was waitin to sip the congac Oh sh**, baby baby please- draws and t-shirt Laid her on the floor, wore her out without a doubt Shalqua co*k-a-rocka bull shammy is a ballers best friend You'll agree- A party over here, a party over there A party in your mouth and the fellowship was cumin' Well my story starts way back in eighty-deuce When my nuts started swellin' and developin' juice The shammys in my hood used to get loose That's when I started noticing the big caboose A big black booty stuffed in them jeans It was a halified- shammified calendar queen Walked over to me and she said "what up?" Caught me by surprise so I said "what up?" She said "my name's shaniqua, you can call me shay-shay You can call me baby, but don't call me babay" She was proper, no bullsharkin' well hey hey So acey starting shootin' game like an AK I said whom-whoom-whoom-whoom-whoompty-woom Start shakin' that junk in the trunk for the crew Now I love laquita, prashonda, and petunia Not jimmy shammy baker or shammy davis jr Here in LA, all down in alabamy Or over down the east coast down in Miami A certain type of twang-thang learnt from my mammy Its called the flim-flammy and she's called the shammy Shammy I refuse to call a girl the shammy Don't let 'em fool ya Even though they call you a jezebel Skeezer groupie gold-digger b**h, well, tramp Strawberry stank-ho queen- it seems they know not what these words mean Check my keen senses, princess Black beauty, nice duty, black pearl, fly girl Don't Stop- dark and lovely choclate drop Brown sugar blackberries of hip hop- Sold Sugar Dumpling let me tell you something Mature and slender, young and tender Nothing will hinder my full surrender to our nations pearls Black girls