Shawnna Filmography

• Beats Style and Flavor (2006)
• BET Awards 2006 (2006)
• BET Awards 2005 (2005)

• R.P.M. - Shawnna
• Shake Dat Shit - Shawnna
• Posted (Remix) - Shawnna
• My Chicago (Part 2) - Shawnna
• My Chicago (Part 1) - Shawnna
• Kick This One - Shawnna
• Dude (The Remix) - Shawnna
• Talking That Shit - Shawnna
• Snapbacks & Tattoos - Shawnna
• Damn - Shawnna
• Big And Fat - Shawnna
• What Can I Do? - Shawnna
• Weight A Minute - Shawnna
• Super Freak - Shawnna
• Shake That Shit - Shawnna
• Pop Off - Shawnna
• Hide And Seek - Shawnna
• Gettin' Some - Shawnna

Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked
In the pen gone, finna to rock 'cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone
Sellin' rock on the big phone
In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer niggaz, realer niggaz, have a nigga, fill a never realer nigga
Drill a nigga fuckin' with a villain never spill a nigga
Fuck that, nigga bust back, we in the 'llac
Me and my bitches all strapped
Puffin' the sack and we be sippin' on 'gnac
Finna to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga
Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin' nigga
Roll for my bitches that be droppin' in the strip clubs
Tryin' get 'em a lil' somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin' with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers, niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what
Fill him fill him, what, what
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what
Fill him fill him, what, what
Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs
In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk, for my homies locked down
To whoever hurtin' in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin' hydro and cocaine
To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to
They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga
Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm talkin' about go like I'm smokin' the bone
Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you fillin' the hole then go see your body
Probably reanimated with all my legit ballaz rollin' up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes
Beamers, Excursions, bumpin' systems TV's and them 20's spinnin'
Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin' shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
Full of hustle niggaz, killer niggaz, gangsta niggaz, chill niggaz
Baller niggaz, thug niggaz, player haters, real niggaz
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what
Fill him fill him, what, what
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what
Fill him fill him, what, what
I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin' to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin' slug in my enemy
Motown, pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherfuckin' thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga
Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga
Puff that say you love that
We in the 'llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back
Puffin' the raps that got me layin' out slacks
And it's speakin' like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
'Cause I been feelin' like
Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga
Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana
To the Shawnna and put it on ya
Flows who you froze in a coma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business
Flows in yo' dome in an instance
Hoes and them folks and the M.O's and the K.I's and the F.O's
And the B.D's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and god
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what
Fill him fill him, what, what
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what
Fill him fill him, what, what
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what
Fill him fill him, what, what
It's real, real, on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal, deal? On the street you got nothin' to say
So when I see him I'ma get him, what, drill him, what

(feat. Ludacris)
[Chorus - Ludacris & (Shawnna)]
Maannn, these bitches is awfully nasty
And these bitches keep walking past me
Either way, I'm a pimp for today
Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit!
(Now these niggaz is bout they bank)
(And these niggaz keep buying dranks)
(Lips creep from my body on your lips)
(Get it closer to the tip and shake that shit!)
[Verse 1 - Shawnna]
S-H-A to the W double N-A
Real bitch don't play
Your eyes can't hide what your lips won't say
You're acting like the Dukes of the Fifth won't spray
It's okay, they gon learn
Chi's most wanted bitch wait your turn!
Sac full of yum I'm a make that burn
Y'all can't smoke none anyway
Wild ones, walk wit a bitch through wild slums
Trying to figure out if they're scared of the hips or the chips
Or they really can't talk to a bitch wit wild guns
No games, hat to the side wit low frame
Now I came in this industry killin em
Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny wit an O and a gram!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Shawnna]
C-H-I to the C-A, G-O
If you ain't been, don't go
My city's so fast, you react so slow
Your heart might stop and your blood won't flow
(That ain't right) I stomp through the hood
Wit a grand on my feet like that ain't tight
Diamonds on my neck like that ain't bright
I come through and shut down the Saturday Night!
(Hell yeah) You can kiss that and
(Feel there) bring it right back
Don't mess wit the frame if you don't know a thing
Six years in the game, I'm still here
Hold up! They mad cause the streets is sold up!
I'm back on my feet, so watch for the cops, we'll never stop
Just rep for ya block and throw it up!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Shawnna]
M-I-D to the W-E-S-T
Better yet that's me
Most of y'all chicks gotta impress me
You say you got skills, put 'em up let's see
Show and prove, I hate to really see
What y'all goin through, put on any beat
We could spit it in the street
From the West to the East, or South to the house
Just showing love, go home
The body on the flo' is so grown
What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label
And ya gotta shed a tear, cause you hear ya career's
Been post-poned, back up
Smart mouth bitches, get slapped up
Take it to the trap, get clapped up
Put it in ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - Shawnna]
Shorty said, shorty said
Shorty said, shorty said
Wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up
Hold up, wait a minute
Hold up, now wait a minute
Shorty said, shorty said
Shorty said, shorty said

Shawnna talking]
Posted... aah... mo'fucca...
Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca...
Posted... haah... mo'fucca...
Posted... c'mon... yo...
[Verse 1]
I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club
With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club
I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club
And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club
Tryina see who they can freak in the club
A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club
Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club
Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club
Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club
See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club
When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club
White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club
Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club
Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club
For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club
And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club
And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club
You can't breathe in the club
It's called...
[Chorus]
Posted...
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut
[Verse 2: NORE]*
Repeat Chorus
[Verse 3]
When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit
Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz
This fo' all ya'll
All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz
It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter
Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter
Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under
Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover
Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots
See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch
Couple shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks
It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop
We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it
Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness
I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness
All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this
It's called...
Repeat Chorus 2X

....(check it one, two)yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo...
it's rarely i ever need introduction, cocked back the hammer and ram the ???, timbaland's get stompin', i'm sayin' shit is nothin', i ain't gotta be bluffin', ya may not be thumpin', ?dead at your pumpkin?, bitches wanna get a piece of me in the booth, well i'mma show these chickens the meanin' of bein' the truth, and now my niggas got you scooped and almost peed in your boots, and now your pockets gettin' loose
...not yet complete...

...i be that bitch in that all black tinted out el dorado, ain't nobody fuckin' wit me, it's my chicago, when you see me in the club mean-mug your bottle, that's that remy to your face kid gully soprano, ain't nobody fuckin' with the weed like i do, and i'm probably sippin' remy and that hypno too, and i'm kinda tired of hearin' what this bitch gon' do, cuz' if she poppin' with her fam, they can get some too, i know you heard about them bitches from the gold and the gutta, fuck a sack chaser, mami got that dro' and that butta', papi hit me for the low, i'm out in philly wit' tutter, where the sticky be so fine, make you talk wit' a studda', like pusha, pusha please can i get one mo', it's four niggas in the breeze, standin' at my door, i'm like one, two, three, reachin' at my four, cuz' if i sque-sque-squeeze, nigga that's how it go....that's all we got fo' that one...

(INTRO) Now kick this one here for me and my city
[Verse 1]
Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding
You know where them killaz get right and rock a party
From Friday to Saturday night
Fifth of remy I'm scum and still hold the mic
I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool
But they give it back to me and say continue
Thats the thing about hundreds they never give up
On the drug and the music and all that hood stuff
That makes ya life worth hustling for
Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw
Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be
Aint a chicken alive that can deal with me
And if you think your the one, that can deal with this
well you a... bets prepare cause I spit that shit
[Chorus]
Kick this one for Southside
Kick this one for the Westside
Now kick this here for me and my city
[Verse 2]
Yo I was chilling in the 50, minding my own
When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone
She said "hey bitch look up, I heard about you
so here a microphone let's see what you can do"
So I took the microphone, and I threw it to the bar
Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard
When I start to rap, she start to shake
She sort of confront me was truely a mistake
So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot
And before I turned around that bitch was down the block, Now
[Chorus]
Kick this one for oakyell
Now kick this one for the low end
Now kick this one here for me and my city
[Verse 3]
Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking
Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm smoking?
50-50 chane is what I'm blowin
And at the same time DTP got 'em open
If you can get hype, and sort of like loud
Yo Jay Cee kick this one for the crowd
I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound
And one thing I notice my niggaz get down
So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around
Look what the fuck they found
[Chorus]
Kick this one for Chi-Town
Kick this one for the Wild Wild
Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz

Intro: Beenie Man]
You want a proper fix, call me, you want to get your kicks, call me
You want your G's fixed, call me, mi have the remix, call me
From di odda day It's like a play some bwoy a play
Mi hear di girls callin mi hear di girls bawlin mi hear di girls cryin out
She seh Beenie........
[Chorus: Ms. Thing]
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man
[Verse 1: Beenie Man] + (Ms. Thing)
Gal, if yuh love holla at mi one time (Hey!)
Holla at mi if yuh waan di wickedest wine
I know It's been awhile but baby neva mind
Cause tonight tonight mi a gi yuh di whole nine (Hey!)
Yo! satisfaction a every girl dream
Mi love fi put it on when dem wiggle and scream (Hey!)
Well, mi get a call from sexy Maxine
She left a message pon mi answering machine she seh Beenie...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Beenie Man]
She waan a man fi put har inna trance
A man who know fi tun har round and mek she belly dance
Rudebwoy lovin wid a little romance
She waan to get wild but she neva had a chance
When, she seh she neva had it so deep
So right now I'm di man she definetly wanna keep
Har ex bwoyfriend use to come and drop asleep
Dat's why when mi pager start beep she seh Beenie.....
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Shawnna]
You know I'm use to sippin that Grey Goose
And pushin the grey coupe I'm fever like trey deuce
Huh, He wanna see me in Prada
But I be stickin to my wife beaters and pretty panties under my dickies
Now! I need a dude with a wickedest legs
And a, we can do this and a, we can do that
Then grind your body down to the floor
When I, I make it hurt till he don't want me no more
Ok, when ya wanna ride with a runner call me
When ya wanna slide in the hummer all day
I'll be in your life be your lover always
Tellin you no lie we together you'll see
Murda, workin that body body
Got to hurt a, jerkin that body body
Shawwna from D.T.P. on the remix
Wine to the beat can't stop I say Beenie what's up?
[Chorus: Ms. Thing]
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan, a thug that can handle his biz like a man
I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van, a thug that can handle his biz like a man
[Verse 4: Beenie Man]
You heard what she preferred, she waan a man weh mek she fly like a bird
She waan a real man she don't waan nuh nerd
She waan yuh gi har it good mark mi word
I'm not a perv but mi mek she serve, she waan di rockula well until it curve
Har ex bwoyfriend ain't got di nerve
Have har a wait and she nah get served, so she seh Beenie....
[Chorus]
[Repeat Verse 1]
[Repeat Chorus till end]

I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips
Niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips
Caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move
Fort apache Queensbridge corner athlete
At 6-1 170 plus
Hennyed up walk around like I could never be touched
The whole clique be heavily truck
Peep the style though
Tricking house notes and whips on these foul hoes
Wild as Alpo crack crusade rap bu-ffets
A rare site like blacks in toupees
Keep the Rollie shinin' true players know the science
And those that's behind me be the Giants
While y'all are Jets
Last place niggas minor threats
Stay on the move till it's time to rest
Aint it bugged?
So take it back to the time Rickle's with Doug
I used to fiend to hear my shit in the club
Torchin it for the less fortunate y'all need to watch me
Bitches start to swarm like the paparazzi
Pussy and money it made me cocky
Celebrity getting no sleep
Drinking heavily and live the life some will never see
I got a fist full of dollars (and you talking that shit)
Rich rap scholar (and you talking that shit)
We plan to live forever (don't be talking that shit)
You better get your shit together (stop talking that shit)
It's the top of the division (still talking that shit)
Knock'em out position ('cause we talking that shit)
Anything can happen (so don't be talking that shit)
Now watch me go platinum (just for talking that shit)
1'S for the money 2's for the weed spot
Undercover cops follow me though they need not
It's like I'm Rick James
Caught in the mix rockin' thick chains
From hood to hood aint shit changed
Supplying hits
The type of cat hoes eye and dip
Tricking the same loot that some'll try and flip
Why attempt to go against the livest clique?
Firm knowing you'll burn soon as the fire's lit
And by the time it sets in I'll be a veteran
Aiming for the waistline hit you at the midsection
Trick questions for game shows
Call me arrogant too thugged out who do you blame though
Payroll the whole clique salute the rich
Moving out of the hood kids play where we used to piss
Niggaas is humorous it's Nature who this?
Claiming desperado aim shoot and they miss
But the fact is I'm giving back to the bridge
From the athletes to the hoes and blow trafficers
I'll do anything to be the man
From competing with fam
Hold guns squeeze with either hand
It's like I'm ambidexterous somehow stress this
Talking about blowing knowing the family's restless
How many ways can you correct this?
So with that I exit I guees it's up to the experts
I got a fist full of dollars (and you talking that shit)
Rich rap scholar (and you talking that shit)
We plan to live forever (don't be talking that shit)
You better get your shit together (stop talking that shit)
It's the top of the division (still talking that shit)
Knock'em out position ('cause we talking that shit)
Anything can happen (so don't be talking that shit)

[Hook: Driiky Graham]
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules (x2)
Show off your hats
Show off your tatts
Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules
[Verse 1: Driiky Graham]
Ok now snapbacks and tattoos
Rap phat I'm that dude
My backpack got cash that
I make an ass clap like tap shoes
I'm international
Y'all n-ggas vaginal
I pass through, fresh to death
You've now entered swag school
Ladies holding kisses
Swag as cold as sickness
Team Driiky tatted on 'em cause they're ass is so ridiculous
In the 'Mazzi, paparazzi
Man they can't control the pictures
M.O.B. tat, screaming money over bitches
My clothes and tatts they're all custom though
Something that you ain't accustom to
Don't collapse with the Huxtables
Hoes like hats they adjustable
This is for my ladies and my fellas getting gravy
With your bodies marked up, like the train back in the 80s
I've been through the test
Now, Ink on my chest
Trying to triple my checks
I spit through the rest
Buy you a Mitchell & Ness
Fly and It'll fit you the best
From NY to LA
North Cackalack to Baton Rouge
All across the latitude
Everybody rockin' them
[Hook: Driiky Graham]
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules (x2)
Show off your hats
Show off your tatts
Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules
[Verse 2: Shawnna]
Aye, y'all n-ggas don't wanna come and try to talk with me
Now n-gga, I do this shit
You motherf-cker wanna come and battle me
Oh n-gga, that's ludicrous
Snapbacks and tattoos, doobie wrapped in my bamboos
Young bitches too turned cold so I burn hoes, burn through
2 G's on my sandal, 10 packs on my man too
Y'all don't spit that's chase fire, I whack through window
Uh that's my bitch, wait
Uh that's my shit, wait
Y'all hoes just hate just hate us cuz can't do that like this ay
Show me any rapper, any motherf-cker rapper
I'mma put him on his back with the rat tat tat
Put me in the booth, I'mma show you where the truth
With a n-gga with juice and a black bandana
And I pull up in the Porsche Panamera
Money in the bank like I'm Hannah Montana
And I fill with the esta maniana
Pause for a minute, smile for the camera
Swirl ways in my Vera Wang
Feragamo, hermit lane
My swag stay on the plane and I'm old school, Dana Dane
Swishy sweets in my gasoline
Front page of your magazine
Pop a mile and you'll pop a pill cuz I'm iced out and I'm ridin' lean
[Hook: Driiky Graham]
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks
All that cause cash rules (x2)
Show off your hats
Show off your tatts
Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back
Snapbacks and tattoos
Snapbacks and tattoos
Nice whips, fly chicks

{intro:]
Ohhhhhhhhh! That's right.
Your girl Shawnna checkin in wit ya
DTP in the building
Hustle what up! Check this out ya'll
It's gone go down like this
Listen up. Let's go.
[Hook:]
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
[Verse 1:]
Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred
I'm in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it
And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me
I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy
I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi
I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me
I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy
You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka wit some Fiji
You bitches ain't know I do this shit for fun
My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one
Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun
Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one
Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper
And I'ma I'ma a hustler I don't need no package saver
They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush
Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch
I got 'em sayin'
[Hook:]
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like blam got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Smoke's Rap:
She's a ten in them nines with stilettos
With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans
6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go
She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal
Damn the can be feelin the way it shake
I wanna jam it in her jello
Anything for me she want it
Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front
She got more ass than a team of donkeys
Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee
Titties plump please Dolly Parton up
When she walk through and make way for the double D's
I love that pretty brown round
She shaking got me shook
Cause her print so fat between her thighs
It look just like a camel foot
Can I look can I rub it
Matter fact fuck that let me cut it
Can I touch it can I grab it
That hairy nappy fat rabbit
Meet me there I take a flight
Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite
Caught up in the Chicago wind
Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn
Humpin like a camel back
From am from pm from pm to am
I'll beat it up like a punching bag
[Hook:]
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like blam got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
[Verse 3:]
Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath
Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left
Watch it go up and down like that
Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad
This here aint a baby momma song Cause it's gonna make me mad
You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow
They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll
They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh
He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole
Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste
And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face
And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em
My shit's so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin
[Hook:]
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like blam got me like a junky
Only when she pump me

[Shawnna]
Down my back, big and fat
Down my back, big and fat
Down my back, big and fat
Down my back
I keep my hair all down my back
Ass big and fat
Hair all down my back
Ass big and fat
I keep my hair all down my back
Ass big and fat
She can't do it like this

What can I do..
Cause I can't keep from drinkin this yak
And I can't keep from smokin dem sacks
Am I a fool
What can I do..
Cause they be callin me all the time
And I think I'm gonna lose my mind
What can I do
Damn... I'm fucked up again and I think I'm finna throw my guts up again
But I can't move cause I'm stuck off the Gin and the Henn and Bicardi
and Remy, lets hit the party its in me
And I still got a fifth of sommo whiskey
Tipsy, feelin real shiesty and risky
Bangin a bitch if she wanna get frisky
Niggaz wanna get up on the fifth lets go!
Niggaz wanna get up on a O lets roll
Niggaz got da 50s of da dro and they swole
Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa
Dont understand me I don't want a Grammy
Just hand me a hand fulla goddamn whammys
Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat Yancy
Now ride bumpin How High in da Camry. Whoa!
Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin..
I feel like a fool am I losin my mind Baby Bubba I'm
Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin..
I feel like a fool am I losin my mind
Aint gon front like I don't smoke huff
Thats prob' why a muhfucka throw so rough

Shawnna, TrackBoyz, Def Jam
You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe
And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'
It me and all my girls and they got us at the door
That queen kickin in do this nigga really know
We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club
They try to show me love, erebody want a hug
And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
And now I got my hands up feelin real tight
We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light
The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic
Before I hit the stage I see some niggaz finna fight
And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow
But yo I know you heard about the niggaz from the go
Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low
Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh
Tryin to find out where the party at
Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm at the club where the V.I.P
Stupid niggaz at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne
White mink to da flo' color cocaine
Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame
Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain
Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball
I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe
We at the bar finna but the whole thang out
And if somebody wanna start we can bang out

See...
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
I ain't even like them other types
I'm like a thug nigga but I don't fuck with dykes
Call me your undercover lover, I do want you like
We can do it anyway, anyhow, any night, so tight
And you can feel it in your dreams, don't cha
I gotta drug habit for ya like a fiend, won't cha
Anticipate the point to I see ya, put the squeeze on ya
I cop a fifth and take a sip and put the please on ya (ooooh)
You got me thinkin bout you and I'm gone
And I don't smoke no cigarette, but I be in the zone
My fam jokin cause I'm always on the phone
Tellin me to get the business when you get home
You know that... oooh, aaaw
Baby boy I know you feelin it too, bout to do what ever... you, like
Getting lose while we sippin the goose
You got me feelin like...
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
My super freak
I wanna get next to you, freak ya body
My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah
Now the boy got me wide open
The kinda the way he get up close and get my thighs open
You the, uhh uhh, when we start movin
This nigga got me make love with my eyes open
Keepin goin with up and down, back and forth
And the side and around and he askin more
And he tying me down the backboard
And it sound like we tearing down the back wall
And I ain't trying the play your mind shawty
I'm trying get up in ya mind and make you mine shawty
And ask my best frend if you think I'm lying shawty
You got your game right and I think you're fine shawty, for real
And you ain't trippin off my record deal
Or how I'm lookin in my picuters with my sex appeal
We in the Chevy dro'ed out playin "Let's Chill"
I got some orange juice ready for them X pills
Still...
(Ah come here...) Uh-un...
(Come here...) Uh-un baby...
(Come here...) No baby...
(See...) No baby, no...
Now we back to the handcuffin
Bed banging down crazy cause I can't touch him
He got a way he wanna lay me with my legs up, and
A super freak and ooh baby I ain't sayin nothing
I'll be you private dancer watch the way the booty drop
And you can throw that thang back and make the booty pop
And we can get the freak and freakin with the oohcie-waa
I like the way he licky-licky with the juicy pop

Maannn, these bitches is awfully nasty
And these bitches keep walking past me
Either way, I'm a pimp for today
Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit!
(Now these niggaz is bout they bank)
(And these niggaz keep buying dranks)
(Lips creep from my body on your lips)
(Get it closer to the tip and shake that shit!)
S-H-A to the W double N-A
Real bitch don't play
Your eyes can't hide what your lips won't say
You're acting like the Dukes of the Fifth won't spray
It's okay, they gon learn
Chi's most wanted bitch wait your turn!
Sac full of yum I'm a make that burn
Y'all can't smoke none anyway
Wild ones, walk wit a bitch through wild slums
Trying to figure out if they're scared of the hips or the chips
Or they really can't talk to a bitch wit wild guns
No games, hat to the side wit low frame
Now I came in this industry killin em
Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny wit an O and a gram!
C-H-I to the C-A, G-O
If you ain't been, don't go
My city's so fast, you react so slow
Your heart might stop and your blood won't flow
(That ain't right) I stomp through the hood
Wit a grand on my feet like that ain't tight
Diamonds on my neck like that ain't bright
I come through and shut down the Saturday Night!
(Hell yeah) You can kiss that and
(Feel there) bring it right back
Don't mess wit the frame if you don't know a thing
Six years in the game, I'm still here
Hold up! They mad cause the streets is sold up!
I'm back on my feet, so watch for the cops, we'll never stop
Just rep for ya block and throw it up!
M-I-D to the W-E-S-T
Better yet that's me
Most of y'all chicks gotta impress me
You say you got skills, put 'em up let's see
Show and prove, I hate to really see
What y'all goin through, put on any beat
We could spit it in the street
From the West to the East, or South to the house
Just showing love, go home
The body on the flo' is so grown
What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label
And ya gotta shed a tear, cause you hear ya career's
Been post-poned, back up
Smart mouth bitches, get slapped up
Take it to the trap, get clapped up
Put it in ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up
Shorty said, shorty said
Shorty said, shorty said
Wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up
Hold up, wait a minute
Hold up, now wait a minute
Shorty said, shorty said

...On the block I'm mr. Marvelous,
Got an attitude like...
Me is always starting s–t,
Try to say that it ain't...
But it ain't my fault when they're pulling that bullet...
... I'll be traveling down these nasty roads,
... I come with a story that must be told!
If... I came up broke,... never thought to get...
The whole... was not to real, so it made my pocket swell,
Even through the recession, my car is not for sell.
It's a shame I give it all up, if a n—-r really wanna get into it,
If I... n—-r you really know what I've been through...
Came at the crib because you're not what you expect,
Got the n—–s on the block, got the...
... you should have new the...
Homie I suggest you... pop some s–t, pop off!
Chorus:
Gmg got the pistol by my side,
... upon my face if you don't want no s–t then
Pop off, pop off, pop off!
I got muscles, so respect my hustle,
When you're coming at the... if you don't want no s–t then
Pop off, pop off, pop off!
I know we can't beat this, shawnna is the craziest,
Get on... smoke on this s–t that's the stinkiest
He rebels like I'm a delicatessen and maybe the tastiest,
You say they can beta it, but they don't believe you, envious!
From the city where the n—–s don't...
... bla, bla with the shot, n—-r take that!
Make that be the feeling that you're getting
When you're dealing with a n—-r like me cause I'm about that!
... I'm a real og, never doubt that!
... talk a lot of bullshit you can miss me!
... plus that m to the o e trust that,
Straight to the...
You all n—–s know me, I'm the lieutenant so salute me!
N—-r, please believe me cause I ain't afraid to shoot these n—–s!
Got the... got 'em hookers in the back,
Chorus:
Gmg got the pistol by my side,
... upon my face if you don't want no s–t then
Pop off, pop off, pop off!
I got muscles, so respect my hustle,
When you're coming at the... if you don't want no s–t then

[T-Pain/Intro]
Nappy boy!
Yeah, yeah
Oh, ohh
Yeah, yeaaaah
[Chorus]
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name called
Hide and seek
Imma come and find ya,
Look I’m right behind ya,
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name, called
Hide and seek
Imma make my hiding spot easy,
So you can come find me (Ohh)
[Shawnna]
… [?]
Them niggas hard dick is
Lookin real good
So I stop and say uh uh uh uh
So I whispered in your ear and I made it real clear
That i’m looking for that ooh ohh ahh ahh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Can you put it right there
Give it to me real good, baby don’t stop
Ain’t nobody compare when its time to go there
Love you pulling my hair when I’m on top
Drop to your knees babe
You know the only thing that’ll please me
Don’t keep me waiting
Don’t ever tease me
Promise you’ll stay and never leave me
Wait, lemme take control
Calling your body I wanna take it slow
I gotta make it known
So many ways I wanna make you moan
Whoa, don’t wanna post it dude
Body be tremblin when i'm close to you
I put a toast to you
Don’t want a little, i want the most of you
Now take a ride with me
You be the one I keep on the side with me
That's only for your eyes to see
C’mon baby, we playin hide and seek
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name called
Hide and seek
Imma come and find ya,
Look I’m right behind ya,
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name, called
Hide and seek
Imma make my hiding spot easy,
So you can come find me (Ohh)
[Shawnna]
Ooh, ain’t this some shit?
Got me feeling all c, r, a, z, y
Though, cuz of lately i’ve been kinda feeling like maybe,
I just wanna be your baby
Probably cuz I want your body
On top of me
Whining me,
Grinding me
Love it how you hide it up inside of me [?]
I feel like showing you another side of me
Oh, better pardon me
Cuz I be sippin a little Chardonnay,
Ay, now what’s it gonna be?
Baby i’m only another call away
Maybe we could hit the mall today
Show me the money, I throw it all away
Makin you hit it from the back just like that
Can you lick it from the front just like uhhh
Can you put me in the air?
Can you put me over there?
Can you put it in my uh uh uh uh
Hit like you want a break that pussy
Hit it like you wanna fillet that pussy
He don’t even gotta fake all he really gotta do is come and find me
To take that pussy
[Chorus]
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name called
Hide and seek
Imma come and find ya,
Look I’m right behind ya,
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name, called
Hide and seek
Imma make my hiding spot easy,
So you can come find me (Ohh)
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name called
Hide and seek
Imma come and find ya,
Look I’m right behind ya,
1, 2, 3,
Let’s play this freaky game that we both know the name, called
Hide and seek
Imma make my hiding spot easy,

I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl
You know u nigga want a bitch like me
Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes
Niggas in the hood wanna call her wifey
If u got a pretty dolla then i probly might be
U niggas popin collars y yo bitches pop ps
Im gon do this for my riders that get down and pop e
Think u can pop me man u need to stop please
See me flyin throu yo hood in a drop top v
Im in the pop top three
And ma pops got gs
Say the watch got chilly
And the rocks got freeze
And u broads ack silly
Tryna jack my steam
U slipin and im pimpin and yo boy chose me
And now he hollin hey lil mama can u give me a sec
I got a lil somethin', somethin' bout as big a yo leg
Dis nigga yawn while he talkin so i knew he was red
And bout six in the mornin he forgot wat he said and i was
U know i keep like 4 5 woofers in the trunk
And i turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump
When u go to DTP we give the people what they want
And when i come to hustle man u know we aint no punk
And you catch me in the town we blowin dro and gettin drunk
And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk
Yo nigga actin tuff he on the flo and gettin stomped
Dont act like u aint know now tell yo hoe to pass the blunt
You bitches wanna be me cause u know that im the shit
You se me on the tv cause i roll wit ludacris
Dont hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit)
I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit)
Just so u understand it so u know im bout that bread (im bout that bread)
And dont you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash)
Before i get the tip i get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash)