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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Big Boi
Big Boi
Stimme und Gesang
T.I.
T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
Khujo Goodie
Khujo Goodie
Stimme und Gesang
Terrence Culbreath
Terrence Culbreath
Schlagzeug-Programmierung
Omar Phillips
Omar Phillips
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Kevin Kendrick
Kevin Kendrick
Tasteninstrumente
D. Whild
D. Whild
Gitarre
Donny "Poppa Doc" Mathis
Donny "Poppa Doc" Mathis
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terrence Culbreath
Terrence Culbreath
Komponist:in
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Komponist:in
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Komponist:in
Willie Knighton
Willie Knighton
Komponist:in
William Roberts
William Roberts
Komponist:in
John Jackson
John Jackson
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Big Boi
Big Boi
Produzent:in
Terrence Culbreath
Terrence Culbreath
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Moka Carmouche
Moka Carmouche
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
She said her name was Tangerine, damn, the American Dream
She all about her fucking cream but shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine
She said her name was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
[Verse 2]
Now let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cut for cake
I put her on a plate until she's no longer awake
They just lay fast asleep when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model, but she only model shoes
Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How'd she choose, she just whispers in my ear (I'm with you)
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby momma out for food
And I also like her throat action with a passion
Love in her mouth for dental satisfaction
That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashing
Uh, bust one back in that 'Lac, stabbing
She knows what's happening, there's no reason to doubt it
If you ask her how I got it she say (How he had went about it was)
And then you wake up from a bad dream
A nightmare, settle down 'cause she right there
[Verse 3]
She said her name was Tangerine, damn, the American Dream
She all about her fucking cream but shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine
She said her name was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
[Verse 4]
Okay, midnight, fit like four or five chicks
In the drop '66, bumping Southernplayalistic
As we riding through the city like Monday Magic City Nights
Pass theses around, momentarily they feeling like
Getting right, good girls, got them getting busy like
Big dykes, eating so much pussy they forget pipe
All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right
They come see me so they can come be freaks
In the backseat, everything fast like a track meet
All I can see are titties, pussy lips, and ass cheeks
Actually, no exaggeration, no imagining
Real talk, my reality is your fantasy
Keisha, Kim, Tameka, Shay, Alisha and Gloria
Chasing this broad tryna find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me, shorty, when your boyfriend boring ya
[Verse 5]
Shake it like some Texas Pete dropping on your collard greens
Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me, swallow me
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
[Verse 6]
Smelling like some tangerines, rolling like she on some beans
Garter belt full of green, booty busting out the seams
Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, about to shake it like a tambourine
[Verse 7]
Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine
As everything outdoors, the kinda girl I describe her
Like Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a jump man
Top flight security on these hoes, man
She drop it low only for me to pick her up
When she's liquored up, I'm leaving my fingerprints on her butt
Ten-hut at attention as we stand for this woman
General Patton, boy, stop, we think she's coming
Loving the way that I'm licking her down, boy, you bluffing
Nothing, while a **** like me be straight up royal flushing
But this ain't 'bout playing no cards, dummy
Her get me open my sugar, and she go hard for me
Even take a charge for me if the coppers caught us riding
To get a tray of fruit and a pack of one-point-fives and
I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team
We burn it down like California, trees in the breeze
[Verse 8]
She said her name was Tangerine, damn, the American Dream
She all about her fucking cream but shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine
She said her name was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
[Verse 9]
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake that ass
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake that
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, and all my ladies going
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Shake, shake it, shake that ass
Written by: Antwan Patton, Bernard James Freeman, Harrison Heller, John Jackson, Terrence Culbreath, William Roberts, Willie Knighton
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