Break Ya Ankles - E-40, Shawty Lo

Hey, let’s go

From the West Coast to Atlanta

If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em

Hey!

Go on an' break ya ankles

Hit the dance floor

Go on an' break ya ankles

Go stupid, get retarded

(Dumb, dumb)

Wake the game up, them boys made it

(Dumb, dumb)

Hey, gonna break ya ankles

We be the shit yaddamean

Go on an' break ya ankles

This a boy, this thang slap

I brought the whole hood with me, brought the whole trap

Mama, this your song, you know the lyrics

Go on an' break ya ankles, yeah, that’s the spirit

Go nutty, go bananas, go berserk

Show them how to do it, let me see your foot work

We runnin' up a tab, havin' money so we spend it

Bottles everywhere, celebrating like we won the pennant

You recognize the fixture, you see the brightling watch

You get the big picture, you know that I’m a boss

(I'mma show up, I’mma show out

From the West Coast to the Dirty South)

Fresh off tour, I brought a mil' with me

Now the whole club gonna have to deal with me

Like Three 6, tear the club up

Like Pac-Man, cause I don’t give a fuck

I’m throwing big bucks, cash everywhere

Shawty over here, 40 over there

You know the broads out cause the stars out

You see the parking lot, we brought the cars out

We going stupid, get retarded

And we ain’t playin' with 'em, we came to party

I brought a lot of dough, I’m steady throwin' singles

So hit the dance floor, so go on an' break ya ankles

Do it like this, do it like that

Do it like this, then you do it like that

Break it on down, show 'em how to clown

Mean mug with it, let me see you rep your town

All street money, bonafide trapper

Never seen a check, ballin' like a rapper

80 on the arm, a hunnit on my neck

Shoe game sick, in the Bay we call it wet

More jewelry than the court room, glowin' like the moon

More jewelry than the court room, I’mma tycoon

Designer everything, throw it in the bag

I don’t know how much it costs, I don’t look at price tags