
Date of issue: 04.11.2015
Song language: English
Make a Move |
I come runnin when the beat starts |
Ya’ll kick it to me |
Spitting out lyrics like a cross dressing dope fiend |
I’m working in, I’m working hard for the best of it |
Beating just the best of them but I want to get the rest of them |
I’m wrecking it. |
(Yeah!) |
I fuck it up for the next of kin |
I’m kicking back with a blunt and a glass of gin |
You can’t control me, I’m the mother fucking man |
Why do I claim these things because I can |
Break it down to basics, Ya’ll see me lifted |
Elevated, sage-like, lovesome and gifted |
Strikingly original, a pioneer, a visionary |
When it comes to sex I’m a man on a missionary |
Springing like a jackknife, quick to the rescue |
You want to test me, you fucking made me |
So make your move son, don’t keep me waiting |
Better do it now or do you want to keep on hating |
Booya! |
(I rock it hard, I rock it best) |
Booya! |
(Friday Night and break the test) |
Booya! |
(Shake that ass and shake your breasts) |
I guess those are the things that make me blessed! |
I don’t wander distorted turn the other cheek and just grudge |
I’ll put you in order and drown your grin in the mud |
And I don’t quit while winning I’ll give you twice the amount |
And the shit you deposit when you open up my account |
So step aside cause I’ll come running like a freak and |
Catch ya walking funny on the sunny side of the street man |
You’re gonna get me arrested ain’t that some shit |
You hear stories the molest me and test them grits |
Don’t you know what they call me cause I ain’t tall |
I gotta pack something to make the other guy look small and like |
Do something stupid and bring a sharp toothbrush |
Race around the city and get your whole crew crushed |
New coat of paint on, we’re still the same |
Mother Fucker that are always on top in this game |
Cause we got the craziest, fucked up individuals |
Rock steady crew, break some backs honey with you all |
This is how it’s gonna be, this is how it works |
Gonna ride, gonna drink, gonna fuck till it hurts yo |
Freaks to the left of me, suckers to the right |
If you want a little taste, you can have what is left of me |
Swing my bat, catch the ball running |
I got it working cause it’s you I’m always gunning |
I’m wicked, wild, fucked and crazy |
Full of shit, distracted and hazy |
I said my piece, now go forth and multiply |
Tear me down, disown me, well you can try |
Indestructible and baby that’s a fact um |
You want a sample right straight up in your rectum |
Booya! |
(I rock it hard, I rock it best) |
Booya! |
(Friday Night and break the test) |
Booya! |
(Shake that ass and shake your breasts) |
I guess those are the things that make me blessed! |