This is a song about "Harlem shake"

Let me rideuntil i get free

Bitches shake their booty

Shake it for the man of the year

And never should you tear

You was bigger than an artist

You start to shake and you cant think

We both had dreams of being great

Real quiet bout to make you shake

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

So here i sit as i shake it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

It might take a crown to boxlot shake

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Knew it, hey i could shake ya i

So let me tell you about this guy