Shook Ones

Everytime I feel the beat
I envision you
On the one’s and two’s
In the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster
To rock the set, play it on and on for me, Flex

Yo, ayo, come through
Flex on the one-two’s in the tunnels
Peepin’ for Sax so we kept creepin’ on the humble
Beams and triples
Kitted whips and chicks flock the scene
Jake barricadin’ the spot, tryna stop my team

Front of the line, a few crips just throwin’ up signs
To the bouncers, it’s all real if you checkin’ for .9s
I got a dimebag, a dutch, a few foes, enough rhymes
You holdin’ up lines
I breeze through and snatch up the dimes

Specific with mine, I’m basic like Sharon with a instinct
I mix drinks and parley with chicks that keep they shit thick
And script ink, name with the number to get our cliques linked
I quick think, before you can blink
I’m on the next chick

Shot of Henny in my right hand, stumblin’ while I’m scopin’
While Flex spins the plat hits, gettin’ them bitches open
In back of the bar, dime shawties actin’ like stars
After the party, them same dimes is packed in the car
So what’s the deal, ma?

Everytime I feel the beat
I envision you
On the one’s and two’s
In the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster
To rock the set, play it on and on for me, Flex

Written by: Albert Johnson / Kejuan Muchita.