Shake Ya Body Lyrics by T-bone

Shake Ya Body

All you rappers gonna wish I never got in the gameCuz when I get my first hit, everything fina changeThe whips and slang, medallions on yo platinum chainsFrom the art of spitting to darn near everything in betweenMove around now, get up and dance nowGet out ya chair, get on the floorGo on and bounce now, I move crowds like security guardsPlus I'm hard as it gets, even when I'm reppin my GodSo everybody in the building wave ya hands and get downFrom the inner city's and suburbs to them country cow townsI'm stacking chips like Doritos and casino tablesand pushing whips like em valet's at them record label'sMove around now, get up and dance nowGet out ya chair, get on the floor now, go on and bounce nowLife is good when ya blessed wit all the finer thingsGot piece of mind, from the grind, plus em diamond rings!ChorusShake ya body like ya got the holy ghost nowShake ya body like your shivering cuz it's cold outShake ya body got the wiggle in your soul nowShake ya body what, shake ya body wha
tWho could it be, on the M-I-C yall ain't gotta tell meEverybody in the club is fond of me, cuz how I rock em beatsI ain't R&B, and all of you haters just a bunch of punk wanna be'sI don't, pack a piece, cuz I'm bout the peaceEven though you suckas wanna try to pull and squeezeWell goin release, I aint scared, I'm on my kneesI'm a really keep it real with the Jesus pieceI got yall tripping pimping, by the way that I be ripping spittingAll of these lyrical styles that got the crowd jumpingOver a beat that's hitting, hitting, chicken, grits, and catfishLove it wit a side of greens and beans in my dishYou know it's all good when I slide through the hoodCuz I represent my people the way that a playa shouldet love from all the homies in the red and the blueMexicanos y cubanos and em white boys tooI stay true to the game, I ain't new to the gameStill keeping it gospel and prey, when I, rip the micCuz I'm dynamite, like JJThen all the people tell me show ya rightIt's on tonight, I know you love
the way I writeAnd I'm a make all of the rappers wanna die tonightStill holy ghost filled, freed from sinI keep it holy plus I make the bread, got that waterThat will never ever wanna make you thirst againAnd I'm psycho when I grab the penMake miracles happen when I'm up in the vocal boothAnd everybody always tripping cuz I spit the truth, to reach the youthYou suckas better call a truce, or I'm a have all of you rappers shaking in ya bootsYou'll probably never catch me packing a knifeBut I'm cutting rappers to death with all the words that I writeThe truth and the light, is what I'm representing tonightBy the end of the night I'll have the crowd ready to fightSo throw ya hands up, throw ya hands up, all my people if ya wit me go on and stand upMaking inspirational music for em killas and thugs, tell em toPut away them heaters, stop slanging em drugsGot get them, gangstas and riders, make songsTrying to get inside, tired of, hearing all em sirensCan I, get a moment of silence, sick of the
violenceMurders, and burglars, and curb servers, concerning em burnersYa better believe they concern us, they con earnersWith the gift to gab, ready to stab, used to be consciousNow they conscious has gone bad, they living really hardAnd quick to pull ya card, don't make me holla, doggI'm bout to get my bodyguards