Shakin' the Feds

I drink heem (heem), and smoke green grass everyday
In 'em they blaze (in 'em they blaze), in my clean ass Chevrolet
Gas break dip down the strip when I for you (ah, ah, ah)
With the four hoes, that touch more bread than Togos
No hobos, I fuck with cream-of-the-croppers (cream-of-the-croppers)
Head doctors with choppers and bomb ass coppers (bomb ass coppers)
Orville Redenbacher couldn't be more butter

I spit these Ps when I knock her, I'ma pimp I don't love her
Undercover, I do it under your nose (under your nose)
I hit a lick on your partner with one of your hoes (one of your hoes)
I'm runnin' with those thug niggas and drug dealas that bug niggas that got skrilla I'm Godzilla, cha-chilla (cha-chilla)
It's what is in my hoes (is in my hoes), 'cause I make 'em do illegal shit to get my dough (get my dough)
Slit my throat, if you ever see me fakin' (if you ever see me fakin')
I better be tendin' to this pimpin' and what they makin'

Role is Andre, but they can't catch him slippin'
Yokin' it up, smokin' it up
He's rollin' in the 7-tre, gas break, dippin'
Shakin' the feds, makin' the bread (ching-ching)
Role is Andre, but they can't catch him slippin'
Yokin' it up, smokin' it up
He's rollin' in the 7-tre, gas break, dippin'
Shakin' the feds, makin' the bread (ching-ching)

I drink 211 (still) and smoke on bomb 'til it's gone
Then drop a hits with the Mac-A-The-Dre from night, 'til the morn'
It's long, so start your livin' it (boom-boom)
Man, I see the niggas sippin'(whoa-whoa)
Lustin' for women that's been suckin' and fuckin' him and them, and- (huh, huh)
Me I just sav it up, been goin' to hookers, pass the buck (please, pass)

Master Deluxe make a trick, make money ass up
But if the hoe don't listen, then I'm pullin' her partner friends (her partner friends)
Who got some ends to spend nigga? Look, I'm in it to win by all means (uh)
'Cause this rappin' ain't payin' for my Gs
I could resort to jackin' and slayin', but that won't burn (huh-huh)
I know these puddles wanna see me in shackles

Be'cause I roll with killers and dealers, hyenas and jackals
You say you dealin' with network
Cut throat, every nigga laugh
Rushin' these hoes, catch elbows and jabs
We in the lab where it don't stop (it won't)
It's K-I-Gig, you can see me checkin' chins, servin' dome shots, smoke style

Role is Andre, but they can't catch him slippin'
Yokin' it up, smokin' it up
He's rollin' in the 7-tre, gas break, dippin'
Shakin' the feds, makin' the bread (ching-ching)
Role is Andre, but they can't catch him slippin'
Yokin' it up, smokin' it up (uh-huh)
He's rollin' in the 7-tre, gas break, dippin'
Shakin' the feds, makin' the bread (ching-ching)

It's the big dog, head coach, I'm that nigga
Got my hand on my gun, and my finger on the trigger
Playin' with my fab toys, runnin' from the bad boys (running from the bad boys)
(Trippin') lossin' control, I never had poors
Rugged and real, lovin' this skill (lovin' this skill)
Game to my folks, hang with my folks, swang with my folks (swang with my folks)
Drunk, fucked up off 151 (151), beat my beezy up, and say, "What have I done?" (What have I done?)
Gorilla pimp, behind the tent gettin' bent

On the savage ass one, "I was collectin' my rent"
The mac guy, triple stack guy
Killin' them suckas that give the rap game a black eye (bling)
Roll the weed up (roll the weed up), somebody turn the beat up (turn the beat up)
While I continue to spit relax and kick your feet up
Mac game so cold I make your nose runny
Mac Dre so cold takin' hoes money (ching-ching, ching-ching)

Role is Andre, but they can't catch him slippin'
Yokin' it up, smokin' it up (uh-huh)
He's rollin' in the 7-tre, gas break, dippin'
Shakin' the feds, makin' the bread (ching-ching)
Role is Andre, but they can't catch him slippin'
Yokin' it up, smokin' it up
He's rollin' in the 7-tre, gas break, dippin'
Shakin' the feds, makin' the bread (ching-ching)



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Writer(s): Andre Louis Hicks
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