This is a song about "Harlem shake"

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Slithering snake you whither and shake

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Shake junt, brother say it again

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Yhh , thats right - shake it all around