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Steaks And Shrimp
Uncle Kracker

Date Added: 2004-12-21 11:29:23

Clap your hands to the beat,
just clap your hands to the beat
c'mon clap your hands to the beat,
i said clap your 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
it's kinda 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
it's 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
it's all good times, thank the lord
for dumb fuckin' people and credit card fraud
we're tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of lincolns
step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin'
don't blink abd don't think we're 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 stem from pioneers
leavin' suckers in awe and 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 every one of y'all
you get balls you come and talk that shit
but top dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
and don't say we didn't warn ya
i got this detroit thing with more love that 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 wee bit shy but i comply by me
and i'm a mean motherfucker when i have to be
got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold
strategically placed in case somebody feels bold, i told
you ho's 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 ain't feelin' ya, got all that i can do to hear
any time 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
i roll with dogs that'll 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 thhe drinks on me but the jokes on you
i'm all about the everyday nothin' at all
see i'm not doin' very much i'm just havin' a ball
i'm in bed by four i'm 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 warch on my wrist that don't even exist
a lot of pissed people from a
ppointments that i've missed
i dissed everybody and their mom for spite
cuz everybody's 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
i'm the estranged, deranged, got domains like states
i love 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 i'm lookin' to scramble
ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble
i could handle anything but i ain't down for broke
so before somebody slides like somebody's getting' choked
i'm a no good freak, i tweak skin like rashes
i lose a little love with every day that passes
ain't a masochistic, rock statistics, vocabulary
i'm a very shy simplistic
and get this, some people say i changed
i'm the same motherfucker with the same old name
a little extra game and extra cash could 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 ain't a punk, i refuse to be
your all up in the past, that's ass
hear what i say
i'm all about today and i'm a die that way...bitch


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