Teksty:
Harlem Shakes

the dance floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem

give it to me) [Verse 3: Keith Murray] Yo! This for my niggaz dem special delivery Bang ya head off to this, fuckin up your memory I'll shake your cradle

Till my whole wardrobe is it, now listen Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take

save me WAIT thats my savior church, now im missin ya eyes burnin everyday, im sayin like im mase'n ya then i hit tha harlem shake they like look lil

[Chorus: Nelly] Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle do your thug thizzle we'll make it Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle

Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take

Ho, yeah Coca, I can make you famous, ow We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin' (Come on) Krillz Yeah, yo, yo He thinks he's A, she

, ride, little pony, ride Yeah, yeah, yeah Do the Harlem shuffle Yeah, yeah, yeah Do the Harlem shuffle Do the monkey shine Yeah, yeah, yeah Shake a tail feather baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Shake

holla at me A brand new holiday for players of all kinds Rich, poor, blind Yellow and red, wake up the dead! [Humpty-Hump] Shine the lights, this is Harlem