Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Movin Up, artist - Keith.
Date of issue: 30.12.2005
Song language: English
Movin Up |
For so long that things have been out of my reach |
But now I’ve learned the game and I’m playing for keeps |
Yoou-hooou |
Yoou hooou |
It’s the philosophies of possible cheese |
Let’s get some profit’s from these prophecies |
Swapping some g’s for DVD’s, oversees properties |
Making sure the vocals dropping on the keys properly |
Get it popping in this monopoly |
Nobody stopping me, cause my mission is set |
Ain’t got no listeners yet |
Peep the ignition, cannabis in effect |
Missing respect, my position is set, and the conditions reflect |
My coalitions when we piss on cassettes |
Yo I ain’t dissing but yo’re slack, folks are falling for crap |
You can’t be serious, you call that rap? |
Sure that’s fat? |
I bought it but I brought it back, I can’t afford a supporter-cap |
Run recorders till the mortar cracks, making daugters clap |
Game like a quarterback, with portable facts |
Vagabond in orbital laps, absorbing the map |
We moving till we on top |
Getting my shit from the pawn shop |
As soon as this f*cking song drops |
And we’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine |
Blasting J’s in your face and we pass it round |
Now I know you’re hating on me though |
Who knew that we was bout the dough for show |
I’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me I’m hungry |
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby |
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though |
Why me? |
coz only big dogs can roll |
You’re like an old can of coke, buzz already dead |
Kleen Cut, Paperboys, and it’s over your head |
We f*ck making noise, live for dough |
Do a free show? |
How I gon supply my ho? |
She is high maitainence, I got five fake friends |
Talking all nice, but they don’t make sense |
I’ve never seen your face, but you wanna shake hands |
It’s all good, got nothing but love for fans |
Y’all like beast, use roars and growls, forcing howls |
Kleen Cut never caused a fowl |
Get strict saying f*ck you’s with nouns and vowels |
Never loose, so I don’t need towels |
I don’t fold I’m pleased to say |
Get home write rhymes that seems to pay |
You know the shit’s over when you hear that sound. |
*huh huh* |
We moving up and you just went down |
We’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine |
Blasting J’s in your face and we pass it round |
Now I know you’re hating on me though |
Who knew that we was bout the dough for show |
I’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me I’m hungry |
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby |
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though |
Why me? |
coz only big dogs can roll |
Ey yo, thinking may hurt, don’t do to much of it |
I’m Kleen Cut, that’s who you f*cking with |
Crunk it up, Y’all know y’all loving it |
You know what? |
What you got, you’re struck with it |
Yeah, you ain’t gon change at all |
While I just got better, new name and all: |
They call me sharpshooter, Kleen-Eastwood, J-letter |
Nice flow, who the f*ck sounds better? |
Shit I’m spelling to cross elements, yelling like lost elephants |
Sell’em some force, tell’em of course we floss elegance |
Meddle with boss-pelicans, secret intelligence |
And I dwell on my tours relevance, creeping through settlements |
And I’m peeping on sleeping residents, wake’em up |
Whoever’s fronting, tape him shut |
Keep’em jumping, show them how to make a cut |
These haters are fake as f*ck, got no problem burning my bridges |
They better chill before we turn’em religious |
I ain’t earning no digits, ain’t a happy man, still I’m making it happen |
The capitan, killing tracks in front of clapping fans |
Rappers like a factory brand, we ship’em back to Japan |
They can’t f*ck with this immaculate scam! |
We’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine |
Blasting J’s in your face and we pass it round |
Now I know you’re hating on me though |
Who knew that we was bout the dough for show |
I’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me I’m hungry |
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby |
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though |
Why me? |
coz only big dogs can roll |
We’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine |
Blasting J’s in your face and we pass it round |
Now I know you’re hating on me though |
Who knew that we was bout the dough for show |
I’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me I’m hungry |
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby |
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though |
Why me? |
coz only big dogs can roll |