Shakey Dog Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? 

I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time 

Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit 

This Theodore shit, y'all niggaz know what time it is and shit 

Y'nah mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know 

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Yo, making moves back and forth uptown 

60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee 

Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke 

Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted 

Whip smelling like fish from 125th 

Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs 

Back seat with my leg all stiff 

Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks 

Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips 

I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys 

Got the Montana pulled in front of the store 

Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank 

The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put 

Fuck them niggaz on the block they shook, most of them won't look 

They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks 

Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot 

Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady that lady with the shopping cart 

She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway 

Damn she look pretty old Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven 

She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding 

Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in 

3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door 

You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you 

Why? Why you behind me leery? 

Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you 

You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude 

Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit 

Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it 

Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a carry it 

Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott 

This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked? 

These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son 

Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice 

Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growling yo I want some 

Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door 

Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face 

Push me in quickly when the bitch open up 

Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun 

Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie 

No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me 

Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door 

The door flew open, dude had his mouth open 

Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin' 

Told him Freeze! lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment 

Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him 

Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast 

His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon 

Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth 

Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat 

Give up the coke! But the bitch wouldn't listen 

I'm on the floor like holy shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy 

He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz 

He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' 

Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared 

Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air 

Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear 

Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first 

Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon 

The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves 

The big one had the centipede stab wound 

Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out 

The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out 

To be continued... 

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