Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Movin Up , by - Keith. Release date: 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 |