| Ye-yeah
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| Smooth like a green Caddy, ya fiend badly
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| Heads spin like Giovanni’s on the Navi
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| Hammers spit, quick as the darts, niggas part
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| Like the Red Sea, test me, I’m sick with the art
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| Been held back, it’s either rap or sell smack
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| Black Knight like Martin Lawrence run tell that
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| It’s the I-N-S-P-E-C-T-A-H
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| Livin' life on the line, I hope I see daybreak
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| This is ground level, rounds echo out the Special
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| Be easy, U.D.'s out to get you
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| Throw it in the smash (so fast)
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| Known to spaz (go ass)
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| We like strippers makin' niggas (throw cash)
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| Smoke the blue green (call it topaz)
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| Fake thugs (hold ass)
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| You be the next rapper (fallin on ass)
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| Wanna measure my size? |
| I rise above the norm
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| The urban icon ridin' on the eye of the storm, fool
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| All my people from the front to back
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| If you want it like that just. |
| MOVE!
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| Get ill, no time to chill
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| Yo, you feel what I feel then. |
| MOVE!
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| Girlfriend, you love how it sounds
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| Put ya drink down and. |
| MOVE!
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| COME ON! |
| COME ON! |
| COME ON! |
| COME ON!
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| What ya do now, put ya loot down
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| You can bet it on the new sound
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| Heavy like a Hummer on deuce pounds
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| True hounds, on the loose in ya town
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| Bound to the move the crowd, it’s The Movement (you down?)
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| Scream at the top of ya lungs
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| Pop one for Aaliyah, Left Eye, BIG, 'Pac and Pun
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| Ride with me shotgun, rock with son
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| Heads bop to the drums, still shocked and stunned
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| Come alive y’all, gangsta like white walls
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| On the blue Snoop Deville, watch ya eyeballs
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| Blade stay choppin' the track, game top of the pack
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| I spit flames y’all acknowledge the fact
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| Find out Big Rug get it poppin' like that
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| Throw it down like Stackhouse, cockin' it back
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| So ladies? |
| Is you wit me now? |
| Don’t fake down
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| Everybody brace yaselves, it’s a shakedown
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| I do this for dough, but it’s really for love
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| Feel me, it’s love for hot girls, willies and thugs
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| My groups cross seas, call us junglin' thugs
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| And it’s sure to move ya feet like a gun in the club
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| I blaze like a ounce and a half, stay countin' the cash
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| For all lames that doubtin' my craft
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| He’s no pretender, he won’t surrender
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| (He's a rebel) Don’t y’all remember?
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| A major player in the game
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| Play the frontline, ain’t afraid to make a change
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| I stay way beyond range
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| So far from the norm my code name’s Doc Strange
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| Now get down with the get down
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| Sendin' missles to all my dogs in the big house
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| Make 'em wig out, Spiderman still on the web
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| Log on like ya clickin' the mouse, yeah! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Movement , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп