Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move, artist - Organized Konfusion. Album song The Equinox, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Move |
| What we came to do today is drop the science |
| And spread love your ways peoples, you better move somethin |
| We get the fire started inside of the party |
| You know how my herd play love, you better move somethin |
| Money grillin gruntin, playin the role frontin |
| Get off the wall, come have a ball, killer move somethin |
| Shit muh’fuckers recognize |
| It’s Organized (fuck shit up) bitch you better move somethin |
| Yeah yeah, I said yes yes y’all (yes yes y’all) |
| To the beat y’all (to the beat y’all) |
| When I’m in the club I rub-a-dub and be like havin a ball |
| Now hey heY hEY HEYYYY! |
| We gonna rock a little bit like this I say (ha!) |
| Cops lingerin, singlin me out for figurin |
| Thoughts of stranglin me up, while I’m just single and minglin |
| With my crew (true) we sing-a-long to shing-a-ling |
| Bring along a friend if she don’t mind seein the ding-a-ling |
| The ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell ringin |
| Niggas back up, when the Monch starts singin |
| Mii mii mii, now I yearn |
| Aiyyo! |
| Get off the wall and get concerned |
| We bout to move this planet I’m f’real god damnit! |
| Any MC’s left standin without skills get reprimanded |
| And branded with out logo, Organized for dolo |
| Without affiliation the crews duo teams and solos |
| w/ minor variations |
| We the employees of the year, yeah we back again |
| We took time off, to get our business shit correct |
| Select, directions so we can all connect |
| Collect, the shack before we start to catch wreck |
| Most want to be but dem can’t see such |
| Still makin moves kid I’m mad quick on the clutch |
| Prince (Poe!) rebel of rap black knight with the Pharoahe |
| I take flight and ever since day one, niggas was tight |
| Now I, shuffle hands you and your mans never dealt |
| Organized is on the wax, wax upon felt |
| Imbicilic MC’s get treated like a tuna melt |
| They gettin ate rate us at top speeds, of a stealth |
| Jet fighter in light of a million two-thousand and eight |
| I’m Jet Screamer baby, «Ahh ahh» I make you bounce rock skate |
| Roll take 'em off the glass, I’m moldin new ashes (what?!) |
| When Southside’s finest commence to lace this |
| Party now it’s bubblin (ehh ehh) I’m strugglin |
| With this Henny and cherries I bury, adversaries |
| And you know this, maaaaan! |
| Ha |
| And you ain’t got to lie, god damn |