Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Movin, artist - Roc C. Date of issue: 02.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Movin |
| Rest in peace to all my fallen soldiers man y’know? |
| Gotta keep it movin — this goes out to anybody who ever felt |
| Like sometimes the world just wasn’t meant for you |
| It’s alright to fall down off your hourse but you gotta keep it movin |
| Oh, you ready? |
| 'Fin to shake up the world then |
| Huh, drop the beat~! |
| Cain’t stop, won’t stop, and you know we stay |
| If I fall down, I’m gettin back up |
| On our way to the top and you know we stay |
| Nine three-oh thirty-third let’s go! |
| Yeah, I spit attitude, fuck rap |
| Save all the bullshit jumped outta the gate |
| Niggas like who’s this, runnin over cowards |
| Smashed by the hour constantly, Oh by my side what’s stoppin me |
| I roll top speed, smoke weed |
| Moved out of studio, to a H-U-S-E |
| Huh, who the best be, let’s see |
| The whole ock stand behind me and that’s over one-hundred thou' |
| I run a hundred miles, match up to any style |
| The boy versatile, that’s how I got the money pile |
| Operation take 'em down, back 'em down, shut 'em up |
| Roc play the game but it’s never enough |
| Tough as nails, cain’t tell, my squad will prevail |
| So fuck what you sayin, layin in a puddle of piss |
| Huh, my one wish is to have Dilla back |
| If I cain’t have that, I’ma see him on the other side |
| Yeah, X marks the spot, red dot you bumba claat |
| Step to all the flows I got and you will get bloodied |
| Uhh, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget |
| Alcohol consumption, weed blowin out my system |
| Huh, adrenaline pumpin, 'bout to get an ox emblem |
| I’m like Wimbledon, I serve niggas |
| Back in the game for more, niggas, I know it hurt don’t it |
| In a straight line is where I’m pointed |
| I’m zonin, the one that’s chosen, rhymes’ll that’ll leave you open |
| Pokin your nose in my situation |
| Might lead to a levitation, whole lot of medication |
| Pacin back and forth, waitin for an answer |
| Me~! |
| I’m just an ape, still lookin for bananas |
| Paparazzis still flickin cameras, watch me step |
| I rep eight-oh-five ways to meet your death, quiet as kept |
| I’m hot, won’t rot in a box, I’m a beast! |