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I'm a dog about it
And if you don't know then ask your friends
'Cos I'm quite sure they heard about me
'Cos some of them probably know first hand
And you ain't gotta worry bout your boyfriend
I never been the kind to kiss and tell
But check your rear-view when you're gonna see me
Girl make sure you ain't been tailed
That's enough about me, let's talk about you
And what you gona do when you come through
Rub on my back, mama check on my mic
Do I get breakfast in the morning in the sunlight?
Tell me what you got for me, what you got for me
What you got, baby won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
What you got, show me what you got for me, what you got for me?
What you got, mama won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
Show me what you got, show me what you got, show me what you got
No doubt about it

I represent the west till the wheels fall off
And I never smoke stress cause it makes me cough
I push a 63 Impala with the top cut off
I'm hittin' switches as I roll down past my block
And as a 118 to homies what's up
My girl blowin' me up when I finally pick up
She says she made at home and that she all alone and wanna bone
So, I jack him up movin' to the left like
Bust a u-turn now I'm dippin' on the freeway
Headin' out to Englewood, going to see my thang
Open the door to that G-String
Tell me what you got for me, what you got for me
What you got, baby won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
What you got, show me what you got for me, what you got for me?
What you got, mama won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
Show me what you got, show me what you got, show me what you got
A nigga been gone too long
Time for a brand new song, kick it in the shade and
Listen to the sounds of California
And I'ma give it to ya how ya want it
I drop a beat and put a fly hook on it
All by myself and I don't need no help
So I'll be damned if I'ma sit on a shelf
You got to give me what you got for me
What you got for me
What you got, baby won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
What you got, show me what you got for me, what you got for me?
What you got, mama won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
Show me what you got, show me what you got, show me what you got
Take it to the bridge again
Get all of my folks a new phone
Tell em I'm about to come home
And I'm bringing big money
And I bring a big drink and I'm tryna warn ya
Block party baby, meat on me
But my grandmamma peach cobbler fire believe me
And I'm sippin' on Hen with all my friends
Boppin' gap band out the Benz, give me what you got for me
What you got for me
What you got, baby won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
What you got, show me what you got for me, what you got for me?
What you got, mama won't you shake it for me, what you got for me?
Show me what you got, show me what you got, show me what you got
What you got for me
What you got, baby come and you shake it for me, what you got for me?
What you got for me
What you got, baby come and you shake it for me, what you got for me?
What you got for me
What you got, baby come and you shake it for me, what you got for me?
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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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