(feat. Khujo Goodie, T.I.)




Yeah, yeah



[Chorus One: Khujo Goodie, Big Boi]

[K.G.] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream

She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine?

Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine

[B.B.] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things

I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine



[Big Boi]

Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake

I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake

They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake

Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes

On display, she's a model but she only model shoes

Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute

How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")

I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food

And I also like her throat action, with a passion

Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction

That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin

Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!)

She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it

If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was")

And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare

Settle down cause she right there



[Chorus One]



[T.I.]

Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks

in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic"

as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night

Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like

gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like

big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe

All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right

They come see me so they can come be freaks

in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet

All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks

Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin

Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy

Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria

Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria

Name notorious, dick game glorious

Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya



[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie]

[B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens

Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me?

Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine

[K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans

Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams

Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine



[Big Boi]

Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine

as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like

Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman

Top flight security on these hoes man

She drop it low only for me to pick her up

When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt

A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman

General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin

Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin

Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin

But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy

Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me

Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin

to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and

I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team

We burn it down like California trees in the breeze

Fire!



[Chorus One]



[Outro]

Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it

Shake shake it, shake shake that ass

Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it

Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to)

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)