Sean Price - Shake Down lyrics

(feat. Starang Wondah & Steele) [Sean Price] Let's play freeze tag with icepicks Nightshift, selling white sh** to white chicks Bikes with vicegrips, scuffed up Huffies For the crime, do Shyne time, that's f**ed up You the type to get f**ed 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 motherf**er, 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 n***az smoked out, incredible track fiend [Starang Wondah] Y'all n***az 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 n***az 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 k**as that 'just blaze', and they don't make beats S dot, size R, with the long flee Ghetto b**h, fat a**, with the long weave [Chorus 2x: 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 n***a song Grindin', to the crack of the dawn She make a n***a wanna come back in the morn' Make her want a n***a, back, after I'm gone That's what I'm on, baby got back, word is bond Have y'all like, 'damn, them sh** is wrong' Have you like, 'damn, that sh** 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 f** it shorty look good The b**h did E, plus she smoke good trees So me being who I be, I had to do me The b**h wanted me to straight spit in the cash Slow dubs, slow f**s, Teddy Pendergra**, no I don't switch to bend yo a**, to f** Over down, jump in your tenants and dash, yo She talkin' bout that ain't fair b**h that's two dollars, f** 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 2x]