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    Steaks 'N Shrimp

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    Steaks 'N Shrimp
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      About "Steaks 'N Shrimp"

      Lyrics for Uncle Kracker - "Steaks 'N Shrimp"

      Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
      Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
      Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
      I said 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
      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

      The super saggy rags and the white trash connection
      No flexin', huh, know what I mean
      You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen
      It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin'

      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

      For dumb fuckin' people and credit card fraud
      We're tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
      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

      Styles stem from pioneers
      Leavin' suckers in awe
      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 why'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
      Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
      I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze

      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

      You fuckin' with Top Dog
      Your fuckin' with family
      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
      I'm in the clubs drinkin'
      Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin'
      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

      Detroit to Portland
      Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin'
      Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you
      Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you

      I'm all about the everyday nothin at all
      See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin a ball
      I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon
      I might sit around, I might write me a tune

      I might go fishin' and again I might not
      I might get me a forty 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'
      Get you dad, get your cousin

      Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house
      Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
      I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states
      I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates

      I do big plates eight times a day
      The crew be livin' large at the seafood bay
      Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble
      Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble

      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
      I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name

      A little extra game and extra cash could see
      You could fuck me, but don't put it past me
      You want to 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
      I live for what is, not what used to be
      Your all up in the past, that's ass
      Hear what I say

      I'm all about today and I'm a die that way
      Bitch

      SONGWRITERS:
      SHAFER, MATTHEW/RITCHIE, R.J.
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