Shammy

That's the jimmy on the jimmy on the jammy

A double whammy

Not your mammy or gammy

But maybe your ladys a shammy

If she likes to put her nickname on her fanny

Chitty-chitty bang-bang, ittty-bitty brain-game

Hope its not the same thing that I heard before

Rollin' with a chain gang, couldn't be a plain jane

A dressed up shammy is a messed up ho

With dookie braids she parades in the street to the beat

Six-deep, heading for the swap meet

Complete she deletes the definition of a freak

Her body is bad but her girl is sad (?)



I met my first shammy on the hillcrest drive

At a funky fresh jam back in 1985

I said damn, whats up with the flim flam?

And the wham to the bam to the thank-you ma'am

I got a Cadillac ride sittin' right outside,

But baby gotta keep it low, so we gots'ta hide

But then the DJ kicked in the bass

And everybody picked up the pace

She bumped the rump that had the hip-hop pumpin

And then she put her booty all in my face

Lemme tell ya she was rubbin on my knees with her permanent crease

Turned around and then she was pullin on my BVDs

Yo baby.. i. did. not. say. that. you. could. do. THAT!

Now leave my booty alone and give me cushion for the pushin' on my bone

Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho

Welcome to the shammy hall of fame front row

Brought up as a pinky and the stinky up close (?)

Shammy's getting faded on the fellowship show

Hi ho hi ho ho hi ho

Gimme little look ****** and I will go

Buniqua and Batina and Shatima know the pro

Fessional-pro-fessional-pro hi ho

From Idaho to Ohio the shammys get the pros

Words from the summit, the shammys favorite homo

Bye ho, bye ho, bye hos, bye hos, by ho



I went to a shammy convention annually given by the neighbor shammys

Pulled a shammy named Shalqua off the green eyes camera called the cookie

Aw suki suki, aw took me took me to the back

She laid me on my back

Lookie lookie lookie here, she was waitin to sip the congac

Oh shit, baby baby please- draws and t-shirt

Laid her on the floor, wore her out without a doubt

Shalqua cock-a-rocka bull shammy is a ballers best friend

You'll agree-

A party over here, a party over there

A party in your mouth and the fellowship was cumin'



Well my story starts way back in eighty-deuce

When my nuts started swellin' and developin' juice

The shammys in my hood used to get loose

That's when I started noticing the big caboose

A big black booty stuffed in them jeans

It was a halified- shammified calendar queen

Walked over to me and she said "what up?"

Caught me by surprise so I said "what up?"

She said "my name's shaniqua, you can call me shay-shay

You can call me baby, but don't call me babay"

She was proper, no bullsharkin' well hey hey

So acey starting shootin' game like an AK
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