Steaks And Shrimp Lyrics by Uncle Kracker

Steaks And Shrimp Lyrics

    Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
    Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
    Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
    I said clap your hands to the beat, 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
    Because we all got limps
    We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons
    The super saggy rags 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 and 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 thang with more love that California
    Drunk DJ smokin coiniac 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 mother fucker 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 cause
    I make more papers then trees
    See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
    You fuckin with Top Dog
    Your fuckin with family
    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
    I'm 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 ain't big
    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 the 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 fishi' and again I might not
    I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch
    The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist
    A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed
    I dissed everybody and their mom for spite
    Cause everybody's barkin, but nobody ever bites
    Your talkin loud, sayin nothin
    Get you dad, get your cousin
    Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house
    Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
    I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states
    I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates
    I do big plates eight 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
    Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke
    So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked
    I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes
    I lose a little love with everyday that passes
    Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary
    I'm a very shy simplistic
    And get this, some people say I changed
    I'm the same mother fucker 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 four straight seasons
    I ain't a punk, 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
    I'm all about today and I'm a die that way
    Bitch

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