| Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.
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| Redman:
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| I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
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| Im torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
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| For black albino, Im like suicide on vinyle
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| The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
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| And Im the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
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| My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mcs when they open
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| My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
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| Im rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
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| So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin to songs
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| When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
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| Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map
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| Just by eye contact
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| Hook:
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| Dont get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
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| «rock, rock on" — redman (x4)
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| Erick sermon:
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| Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?
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| Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
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| Who be claimin to be the shit yall stop
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| Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
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| Im stompin em the beast wompin em Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
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| I bes the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
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| Techs
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| Somebody stop me Im smoking like mask
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| Shut your mouth, hes a bad, uh, like shaft
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| The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
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| Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
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| Huh, I take it to the streets, if you cant run up on my turf then get some
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| Cleats
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| I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, hes fuckin history
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| Hook (x4)
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| Passion:
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| Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
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| Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
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| Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off its strain to maintain
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| They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
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| I got a phd in funkology
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| You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
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| The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics
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| Ive had it up to here, you niggas are in danger
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| You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
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| They just aint ready for this, cause Im nice as shit
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| Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
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| And whats goin on in your mind I can feel it Tremors in the body has caused for the healin
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| Hook (x4)
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| Outro:
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| You know what Im sayin? |
| things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
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| What Im sayin? |
| ah, n-y-c streets is love, its hot in the summer, um,
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| Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet &sour sauce. |
| doin
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| This yall feel this. |
| I feel you. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Move On , by - Erick Sermon. Song from the album Double Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп