(feat. J.R. Writer)



[Intro: Cam'ron]

Killa, Jones, Freaky, Santana, come on

Shake, shake, shake, uh

Shake, uh, shake, uh



[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]

Yo, who wanna mess with me

Or could with me

Ill be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean

Way I glitz and gleam

Trigger teams, click the beam

Hit the fiend, give 'em lean

Clickin like I'm Nicotine

But its all for the green like Listerine

Had to dis the queen, thinkin' Imma get her jeans

I ain't Genuwine, ma my missions mean

Or my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream

I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milana

Got the Crys and the ganja

And its gettin her calmer, calm her

Now she cryin she missin' her mama

Jus a step is off to me now I'm hittin Madonna

As she twistin', I fond her

As we sit in the sauna

Guess its jus' my persona

Got her kissin' the condor



[Chorus: 1. Juelz in a high pitch voice 2. Cam'ron]

1. We're the Dips, so cut the shit

1. Ma twist ya hips and lick ya lips

1. We're the Dips, so cut the shit

1. Ma twist ya hips and lick ya lips, Come On!

2. Ma you straight frontin'

2. Lets get the date jumpin'

2. See you booty-panties, ma shake suttin'

2. Shake suttin', shake suttin'

2. Shake, shake, shake, shake suttin'



[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Yo, uh, yo

And I got some girls, about 5 or 6

In a 5 or 6, in 'bout 5 or 6

I surprised the chick, that's when her eyes get lit

Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick

Who as live as this, my pool size is sick

But swim in my pants, dive for dick

They call me Moby, my pies uh piff

Tell her "Free Willy", if your thighs are thick

And ya ass is fat and ya head is right

And ya dough is gooood, we can smash tonight

Right here in the car ma, at the light

If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad polite

Kiss ass you dyke and I'm fast to fight

If you get mad, cab or grab uh bite

Or I'll stab it light and we'll grab a bite

Is crab you like, lobster appetite, Killa



[Chorus: 1. Juelz in a high pitch voice 2. Cam'ron]

1. We're the Dips, so cut the shit

1. Ma twist ya hips and lick ya lips

1. We're the Dips, so cut the shit

1. Ma twist ya hips and lick ya lips, Come On!

2. Ma you straight frontin'

2. Lets get the date jumpin'

2. See ya bootie-panties, ma shake suttin'

2. Shake suttin', shake suttin'

2. Shake, shake, shake, shake suttin'



[Verse 3: Jr. Writer]

In front of the club, drop coupes and trucks

Imma front in the club, with a hundred of studs

A gun and some bud, through the metal detector

Metal detect ya, settle and wet ya

I don't meddle with extra, you fakes and clowns I walk in and get out

the club safe and sound

Silencer, dog how safe it sound

I got apes and hounds, who jus' pace around

And 'ill lay shit down

But I'm lookin' for, uh Manhattan hoe, or a Brooklyn whore

A Bronx bi-otch, that lemme look, explore

Upfront to beat around her bush for sure

Til her tush is sore

Hit it doggystyle, get it doggystyle

You know the doggystyle

Imma mack or more and is smashin' more

V.I.P. or between the bathroom stall



[Chorus: 1. Juelz in a high pitch voice 2. Cam'ron]

1. We're the Dips, so cut the shit

1. Ma twist ya hips and lick ya lips

1. We're the Dips, so cut the shit

1. Ma twist ya hips and lick ya lips, Come On!

2. Ma you straight frontin'

2. Lets get the date jumpin'

2. See ya bootie-panties, ma shake suttin'

2. Shake suttin', shake suttin'

2. Shake, shake, shake, shake suttin'