| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live…
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| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live…
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| Yo, I got water to tread
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| To build it like a sea with legs
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| Clock radio sings, I’m out the bed
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| Pop living is deliberate
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| Not so much that I’m hot, but I’m never shivering
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| And chivalry ain’t dead
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| I ain’t feeding them ho’s believing that we’re to be fed
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| Got game to shake (in my own image)
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| When I take the rest of the game I still scrimmage
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| Live on stage or alive in the booth
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| I get live on the living and exploit the youth
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| Invasion of the American rap band
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| I walk around rap land under the influence of the truant
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| Meaning I’m absent from the old and new school rules
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| Played by me, there’s no rules!
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| True wit and grit and everything I do
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| As I name tag pop under everything I drew
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| So vivid within them studios, I’m Michael Bivins
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| And make another bad creation
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| After that, I’m facing the mics in the radio stations
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| Saying it’s about to sprout (first serve, move out!)
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| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live…
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| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live…
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| Up stream like trout in lakes
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| Enjoying each night for a dollar a day
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| I’m fiending for the funk, see me sniffling the breaks
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| I got lost in the style, I gotta find my way
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| I gotta itch for this rap shit, ya feel me? |
| (yeah!)
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| So get the DJ scratch out the intervention (do it!)
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| I’m in dimension, 2 by 16s'
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| You all broke LP niggaz threw in the bay
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| A bit of head-bobbin', weave and all
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| Pit stop sipping son I’m with the fam!
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| Deen whitter got narcotic baby
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| More bounce to the ounce to the kilo gram
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| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live…
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| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live…
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| Yo, how first serve gonna chill working?
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| Shit! |
| Biggie and Pac is still working!
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| Acting like surgeons, split the crowd up
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| Got them fellas getting all riled-up
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| Girls all styled-up, now all sweaty
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| Hot after two shakes of the Tabasco
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| Wanna hear self (but the monitor’s quiet!)
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| Turn it up sound man, that ain’t much to ask, yo!
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| Yo, where was i? |
| oh yeah, the ladies!
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| Throw your hands up so I can read your lifeline
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| (Peter picked peppers) but I’m picking this stepper right here
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| She wanna be the jump off in her lifetime
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| Chancy, ain’t it? |
| fancy, ain’t it?
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| Curtains drew rather Nancy, ain’t it?
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| I got a gift like ribbons and boxes
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| Giving them bosses, remember gibbons and boxer?
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| Iron mic, see we’re strictly cordless
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| Your plastique could not afford this
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| Just applaud this, mimic a walrus
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| One tree falls, shit I’m right in the forest
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| I got a itch for this rap shit, you feel me? |
| (yeah!)
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| So get ya drum program out the intervention
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| I’m in dimension, could be 2 by 12
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| You the 12"niggaz threw in the bay
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| Move! |
| Move! |
| Move! |
| Move…
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| Keep moving 'em in, just move 'em out
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| Gotta move 'em in, gotta move 'em out
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| We got a couple of cars, a couple of cribs
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| Got a couple of them girls, did a couple of vids
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| Hit a couple of lows with a couple of mids
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| And we still right here grinding on the grid
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| And ain’t nothing to lose and nothing to fear
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| Nothing standing in front of us, not a thing in the rear
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| And nothing gonna stop us, got nothing but time
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| First serve on stage, never hard to find
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| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live…
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| Who said the party’s only up in the club?
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| Wherever we go, they just showing us love
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
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| Move 'em in, move 'em out, let’s go live… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move `Em In, Move `Em Out, artist - De La Soul. Album song FIRST SERVE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп