Steaks & Shrimp Lyrics by Uncle Kracker
Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat
C'mon clap your hands to the beat, i said clap you hands 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 kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons
The super saggy bags 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
Were 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 were 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 tem from pioneers
Leavin' suckers in awe 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 everyone of y'all
You get balls you come and talk that shit
But top dogs camp ain't nothing to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this detroit thing with
C'mon clap your hands to the beat, i said clap you hands 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 kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons
The super saggy bags 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
Were 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 were 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 tem from pioneers
Leavin' suckers in awe 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 everyone of y'all
You get balls you come and talk that shit
But top dogs camp ain't nothing to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this detroit thing with