Shake Ya Stick Bizzy Bone

[Intro: Bizzy]
Shake, that, shake, that, stick, stick
Whassup lil' son, how you doin baby?
Shake, that, stick
When the faggots try to lust your body, shake that stick, stick
That's my boy right there, yeah, heh
Shake, that, stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, it's really a bitch
I was raised by my papi though, papi though
Shake ya stick

[Bizzy Bone]
In the strip club lookin for a humble young, thang
With a roll of cash money, motherfucker get it quick thug
Ha, fellas all around me don't sit too close to the door
And they gettin naked in this motherfucker, y'all keep calm
Got on time, they be rollin with dudes
Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude, heh
Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group
But I was raised by my poppa and my poppa told me trust no two
Straight verily, and in the spiritual form
And only God split so, and the spirit reborn
The baby still dancin, I see the bitches tryin to stop me
Never roll with a plan, can't copy gimme
They say that two is too sloppy
It tops and tear ya jalopy, can't even get monopoly
The soul game, and the baby boy he cocky
And you better watch your word game, cause the shit get stocky
My opportunity to ration out the love for the one, my papi
Muh'fuckers don't know what we do, no one got me
Only one true God in the house for sure
Who you roll with? I roll with the Lord
Trust and believe, lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws
And what you see is what the fuck they saw
We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the father of all
And that's God y'all