Shake Cam'ron (Ft. J.R. Writer)

[Intro: Cam'ron]
Killa! Jones! Freekey! Santana! Come on!
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me
Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean
The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team
Click the Beam, hit the fiend, give 'em lean
Lookin like I'm nicotine
But it's all for the green like Listerine
Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans
I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean
All my nigga team fix the fix get the cream
I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano
Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma
Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama
Just a steppin stone for me now I'm hittin Madonna
And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna
Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin my condom

[Pre-Chorus]
We're the Dips, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma twist your hips and lick your lips