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Title:	Steaks And Shrimp	Artist:	Uncle Kracker	Album:	Double Wide
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Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons No flexin, huh, know what I mean It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen The super saggy rags and the white trash connection That shits free with an LP in circulation And we be wastin time Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes It's all good times, thank the lord We're tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin Don't blink and don't think we're soft Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts We get mad props, wreck all shops Puttin stops on crews They get confused and lose, that's what we do Leavin suckers in awe Styles stem from pioneers And you get jawed for lookin queer Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall That's Top Dog callin out each and every one of y'all You get balls, you come and talk that shit But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin to fuck with And don't say we didn't warn ya I got this Detroit thang with more love that California Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I comply by me And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause I make more papers then trees See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria Your fuckin with family You fuckin with Top Dog No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear Any time you see me you should stand clear You see me in my Lincoln Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin I'm in the clubs drinkin You can check me, but that shit don't slide You can get your life took tryin to take my pride You ride with who, man that shit ain't big I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig And got gigs all money Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin Detroit to Portland Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you I'm all about the everyday nothin at all I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin a ball I might sit around, I might write me a tune I might go fishi' and again I might not I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed I dissed everybody and their mom for spite Cause everybody's barkin, but nobody ever bites Your talkin loud, sayin nothin Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out Get you dad, get your cousin I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates The crew be livin large at the seafood bay I do big plates eight times a day Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes I lose a little love with everyday that passes Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary I'm a very shy simplistic And get this, some people say I changed A little extra game and extra cash could see I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name You could fuck me, but don't put it past me You wanna bash me and got no reason I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons I ain't a punk, I refuse to be Your all up in the past, that's ass I live for what is, not what used to be Hear what I say Bitch I'm all about today and I'm a die that way