[Intro: Cam'ron]
Killa, Jones, Freekey, Santana, come on
Shake, shake, shake, uh
Shake, shake, up
Shake it down, up, down, up, around
Shake, shake, shake (Killa, come on)
Yo

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Who wanna mess with me? Or come mess with me
Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean
Way I glitz and gleam, trigger team, click the beam
Hit the fiend, give 'em lean, clickin' like I'm nicotine
But it's all for the green like Listerine
Had to diss the queen thinkin' I'ma get her jeans
I ain't Ginuwine (Nah), ma, my mission's mean
On my n***a Dean, fix the fix, get the cream
I sit in Bahamas with Alyssa Milano
Got the Cris' and the ganja and it's gettin' her calmer
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' the 'conda

[Pre-Chorus]
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'
See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin'
Shake somethin', shake somethin' (Killa, uh)
Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh (Yo, uh, yo)

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
And I got some girls, about five or six
And a five and six, about five or six
I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit
Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick
Who as live as this? My pool size is sick
But swim in my pants, dive for dick
They call me Moby, my paws are piff
Tell her free Willy if your thighs are thick
And your ass is fat and your head is right
And your dough is good, we can smash tonight
Right here in the car, ma, at the light
If you ask for cash, oh, I'm mad for life
Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight
If you get mad, clap or grab a bite (What?)
Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite
Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite, Killa

[Pre-Chorus]
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on
[Chorus: Cam'ron & JR Writer]
Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'
See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin'
Shake somethin', shake somethin'
Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh (Yeah, uh-huh, yo)

[Verse 3: JR Writer]
In front of the club (Club), drop coupes and trucks (Trucks)
I'ma front in the club (Club), with a hundreds of studs (Studs)
A gun and some bud (Bud), through the metal detector
The metal detect you, settle and wet you
I don't mettle with extra (Nope), you fakes and clowns (Clowns)
I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound
Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? (Sound)
I got apes and hounds (Hounds), he just pace around ('Round)
And I'll lace you down (Down), but I'm lookin' for (What?)
A Manhattan ho (What else?), or a Brooklyn whore (Whore)
A Bronx bitch to let me look, explore (Explore)
Up front, but beat around the bush for sure
'Til her tush is sore (Sore), hit it doggy-style (Style)
Get it doggy-style, you know your doggy's style
I'ma mack or more (More), and it's smash or more (More)
VIP up between the bathroom stalls

[Pre-Chorus]
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'
See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin'
Shake somethin', shake somethin'
Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh