Jook lyrics

[Intro]
Jook, jook, jook...
Uh, uh, this yo boy DJ Paul KOM
And this for all my homies out there with that fancy footwork
M-Town, goin' down
Gangsta walk, jookin', buckin', choppin'
Whatever you call it, whatever city you in, whatever state, whatever country
Let's get it poppin', yeah!

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Look at that dance shawty doin' over there
Throw that bullsh*t up, c*ck, shoot it at the air

Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Look at that dance shawty doin' over there
Throw that bullsh*t up, c*ck, shoot it at the air

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Posted in the club with a hoodie on my dome
Tainted windows on my eyes cause I'm off in my zone
This n*gga starin' at me, what the f*ck this n*gga on?
His lil homie tryin' to taunt, what f*ck does he want?
I'm a real n*gga reppin' Black Haven Zone
I ain't hidin' this n*gga in my crib all my diamonds
If this boy hatin' on me cuz I'm shinin'
Icy like the maze in the movie called "The Shining"
Somebody said some to 'em like Simon
Set his ass up to get punk'd like Ashton
Trick this a reality, n*gga this sexuality
f*ck around with me as we leave it's gon' be casualties
I can't even take 'em no more, I had to step up to this n*gga
I walked across the dance floor and asked him "What it do my n*gga?"
He stood there arms folded, still had a mug on
Ask me what I wanted to do is start to get the jook on
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Look at that dance shawty doin' over there
Throw that bullsh*t up, c*ck, shoot it at the air

Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Look at that dance shawty doin' over there
Throw that bullsh*t up, c*ck, shoot it at the air

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
In Memphis these n*ggas be riotin' after they be buckin' across the stage and sh*t
These n*ggas charged up when they hear that old school Six (Mafiaaa)
"Ridin In Da Chevy", "Lick My Nuts", "Big Business"
"Purple thang, gold hammers gleamin' when I see it pass", "South Memphis b*tch"
(?) Michael Jackson, they ain't f*ckin' with these tricks
(?) sip on a cup, they gettin' real buck and they chop it on up
b*tches mesmerized, they thinkin' how you dance is how you f*ck
n*ggas rock from side to side, they runnin' all over the f*cking crowd
n*ggas throwin' they hood up, you disrespect, you goin' down
n*ggas be (?) so fast, you look over there they go like POW!
Everything is fine until the gun shots rang out
n*gga (?) wet, blowin' dro, sweatin' out they pores
Jookin' hot as hell, droppin' bullets throughout the dance floor
n*gga bucking in a trance, pistol fallin' out my pants
Pick it up and jump into a gangsta walk blind dance
Leave the club in advance, there's another ambulance
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Look at that dance shawty doin' over there
Throw that bullsh*t up, c*ck, shoot it at the air

Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Jook, jook, dat buckin' , dat buckin'
Look at that dance shawty doin' over there
Throw that bullsh*t up, c*ck, shoot it at the air