DJ Paul – Jook Lyrics
Artist: DJ Paul
Song: Jook
Jook, jook, jook…
And this for all my homies out there with that fancy footwork
M-Town, goin’ down
Gangsta walk, jookin’, buckin’, choppin’
Whatever you call it, whatever city you in, whatever state, whatever country
Let’s get it poppin’, yeah!
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Look at that dance shawty doin’ over there
I throw that b#llsh#t up, cock, shoot it at the air
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Look at that dance shawty doin’ over there
I throw that b#llsh#t up, cock, shoot it at the air
Posted in the club with a hoodie on my dome
Tainted windows on my eyes cause I’m off in my zone
This n#gg# starin’ at me, what the f#ck this n#gg# on?
His lil homie tryin’ to taunt, what f#ck does he want?
I’m a real n#gg# reppin’ Black Haven Zone
I ain’t hidin’ this n#gg# in my crib all my diamonds
If this boy hatin’ on me cuz I’m shinin’
Icy like a maze in a movie called “The Shining”
Somebody said some to ’em like Simon
Set his #ss up to get punked like [?
Trick this a reality, n#gg# this sexuality
f#ck around with me as we leave it’s gon’ be casualties
I can’t even take ’em no more, I had to step up to this n#gg#
I walked across the dancefloor and asked him “What it do my n#gg#?”
He stood there arms folded, still had a mug on
Ask me what I wanted to do is start to get the jook on
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Look at that dance shawty doin’ over there
I throw that b#llsh#t up, cock, shoot it at the air
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Look at that dance shawty doin’ over there
I throw that b#llsh#t up, cock, shoot it at the air
In Memphis these n#gg#s be riotin’ after they be buckin’ across the stage and sh#t
These n#gg#s charged up when they hear that old school Six [Mafiaaa
“Ridin In Da Chevy”, “Lick My Nuts”, “Big Business”
“Purple thang, gold hammers gleamin’ when I see it pass”, “South Memphis b#tch”
[?] Michael Jackson, they ain’t f#ckin’ with these tricks
[?] sip on a cup, they gettin’ real buck and they chop it on up
b#tches mesmerized, they thinkin’ how you dance is how you f#ck
n#gg#s rock from side to side, they runnin’ all over the f#cking crowd
n#gg#s throwin’ they hood up, you disrespect, you goin’ down
n#gg#s be [?] so fast, you look over there they go like POW!
Everything is fine until the gun shots rang out
n#gg# [?] wet, blowin’ dro, sweatin’ out they pores
Jookin’ hot as hell, droppin’ bullets throughout the dance floor
n#gg# bucking in a trance, pistol fallin’ out my pants
Pick it up and jump into a gangsta walk blind dance
Need a club in the van, there’s another ambulance
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Look at that dance shawty doin’ over there
I throw that b#llsh#t up, cock, shoot it at the air
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Jook, jook, dat buckin’, dat buckin’
Look at that dance shawty doin’ over there
I throw that b#llsh#t up, cock, shoot it at the air
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From the album:
Scale-A-Ton [Explicit]
Release Year: 2009