, car low mileagin', let's go, metropolitan Area, 'cuz I'm hearin' ya hollerin', the earthquaker, Harlem bread maker Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker
anthem, say what you drankin' shorty? Pop that Henn, roll somethin' Let's get this party started I roll with Bad Boys, we like them bad girls Them fast girls, them love to shake
money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it
I thought Duro was an old man before I met her Yo, check this out, this is me M A dollar sign E Cluemanati, Harlem World, Devo Too thorough, Harlem World
Darius, 'cuz I can shoot two miles Don't too many players get offers like me I'm back-n-forth likely Shake the cheks off your Nike's They almost had
Uh yeah, Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Uh yeah, Harlem
, yeah Yeah, mami just like that, bend down, grab ya ankles Do it for crack, damn, should be illegal how that ass so fat The way you shake yo shit make
some good clean air Skin softer than the softest fabrics You heard about me, how I ball like the Dallas Mavericks Sayin' anything you want, you can have it That's Harlem
, Brandy Let's go [Bow Wow] (P.Diddy) Uh uh, let's go Let the East do Harlem shake shake y'all (yeah) Midwest might shakin' head (shakin' head) Go ahead
Now a nigga got baking to bey Harlem shake naw, I'm in Harlem shaking away Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's Kill you shoot the funeral up And Harlem shake
low, you know what to do boo Cuz you don't want no problems, please trust girl, I will solve them. Fo' Fives cats, I revolve 'em, now it's hell up in Harlem
m flippin' birds 'Cause I'm rollin' in a Coupe And I'm smellin' like Juice Wit twenty rocks on my tooth Y'all doing the Harlem Shake we raise da roof
If you'd like to be a jitter bug First thing you must do is get a jug Put whiskey, wine and gin within And shake it all up and then begin Grab a cup
to make the artists blow, Nintendo smoke emdo then go to party mode put your hands up then go retarded though damn, I got the beats to make the ground shake
Waller Version of Lyrics: Who's that walkin' round here, Mercy Sounds like baby patter, baby elephant patter thats what I calls it Say up in Harlem
was to let off rounds Shots echo the town, New York Home of the Harlem, 'Mixtape Master' as we all know him now Have you ever met a QB gangsta Who would shake
Oooh) He whispers in her ear, and then I hear him say Her and her whole crew get in and they don't have to pay Hey, now were in Harlem shaking to the
West coast just cripwalk -ipwalk wit me East coast just Harlem shake shake wit me Midwest just chickenhead -enhead wit me Dirty South just b-b-bounce