"Shakedown" as written by Gerald Edward Levert, Joe N. Iii Little, Sean Levert and James Rayshawn Smith....
Yeah baby, I hope your thirsty
'Cause this is another one of those
Young Roscoe the sodo LT Hutton concoction, toxins

Roscoe Tabascos the sodo know
With hits like these I will never go broke
17, no longer seldom seen
I'm takin' over every spring every magazine

I go through with a limp limpin', big pimpin'
No simpin', YA
Bumpin', shufflin' through the highway
You rollin' with me, we gone do it my way

Crispy khaki sag down to the mud
Twist a zig zag and smoke with ya boy
'Cause I just love smokin' bud
Take a big drag and smoke with ya boy

Phony cat, blow me back
Scodie mack, he can't hold me back
Ladies strip and make this half an hour
Drive work to trip, I wanna see y'all

Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown

Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown

Verse two, patience is a virtue
But not when young the sodo swerve through
Like her, her and her too
Young doin' it live with no curfew

Why hop drop in a drop top roll with the top dropped
To get ya pop popped boom
Blow me down dot com
Whenever you find time log on

Bustas want beef, must not value front teet
Please believe I leave you gon
I came in the door, said it before
Tryin' to have fun what you tweakin' on?

YA for life we locked out, no doubt
Scoe dizzle where my nizzle fo shizzle
We're all young and we're all off the hizzle
With LTizzle with Hizzle
Doin' it like thizzle now it's official, c'mon

Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown

Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown
Shake, shake, shakedown

My two way's full of emails from gullible females
I pimp to only charge retail
Now shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I hate snakes and fakes

? apartment, watch the carpet
Take it off, now throw it in the close
We gone get this party started
Done forget that we're starvin' artist

I get it crackin', constantly mackin'
Tryin' to get the whole world finding me rappin'
So when I drop that, cop that
Now ain't no spoof for tryin' to recoup

Catch me rollin' in a '63 coupe, OG like Snoop
Sick with the flow, gettin' rich with flow
Grabbin' my D with the flow, c'mon now

Shake, shake, shakedown

LA, New York, Philly Philly, Detroit, Miami, ATL
The Carolinas, New Orleans, St Louis, Houston
Yeah, anybody else I forgot, I didn't forget about you
You be straight to this anyway, yeah, shake down
Holla back


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"Shakedown" as written by Larry Russell Brown L Russell Brown

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