Uncle Kracker
Steaks Shrimp lyrics
Songwriters: Ritchie, R J; Shafer, Matthew
Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat
Cmon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop
We in this great lakes state eatin steaks n shrimp
Its kinds hard to miss the crew cause we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons
The super saggy bags and the white trash connection
No flexin, huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen
Its all about the green, not the drugs we be takin
That shits free with an lp in circulation, and we be wastin time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
Its all good times, thank the lord
For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud
Were tearin up your lawn, we got herds of lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin
Don't blink and don't think were soft
Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin stops on crews they get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles tem from pioneers
Leavin suckers in awe you get jawed for lookin queer
Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall
That's top dog callin out each and everyone of yall
You get balls you come and talk that shit
But top dogs camp aint nothing to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this detroit thing with more love than california
Drunk dj smokin cognac dips
Call me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
A we bit shy but I comply by me
And Im a mean motherfucker when I have to be
Got young gs with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold, I told
You hos you can't fuck with these cuz
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
You fuckin with top dog your fuckin with familia
No I aint feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear
Anytime you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my lincoln, in the clubs drinkin
Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin
You can check me but that shit don't slide
You can get your life took tryin to take my pride
You ride with who? man that shit aint big
I roll with dogs thatll rock your wig
And got gigs all money, detroit to portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin
Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me but the jokes on you
Im all about the everyday nothin at all
See Im not doin very much Im just havin a ball
Im in bed by four Im up by noon
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishin and again I might not
I might get me a 40 or pour me some scotch
The watch on my wrist that don't even exist
A lot of pissed people from appointments that Ive missed
I dissed everybody and their mom for spite
Cuz everybodys barkin but nobody ever bites
Your talkin loud, sayin nothin
Get you dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy cuz he's as big as a house
Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
Im the estranged, deranged, got domains like states
I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates
I do big plates 8 times a day
The crew be livin large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the world and now Im lookin to scramble
Aint about to ass out on a no good gamble
I could handle anything but I aint down for broke
So before somebody slides somebodys getting choked
Im a no good freak, I tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with every day that passes
Aint a masochistic, rock, statistics, vocabulary Im a very shy simplitic
And get this, some people say I changed
Im the same mother fucker with the same old name
A little extra game and extra cash see
You could fuck me but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lay up in the caymans for 4 straight seasons
I aint a pnk, I refuse to be
I live for what is not what used to be
Your all up in the past that's ass
Hear what I say
Im all about today and Im a die that way... bitch
Steaks Shrimp lyrics © Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp; Thirty Two Mile Music; Gaje Music
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