This is a song about "Harlem shake"

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Is what you make it, shake it

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Shake it for the man of the year

Shake junt, brother say it again

Marshmallows inside my pen

Bitches try to fake me, but they know they'll never shake me

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Bitches shake their booty