Movin in Your Chucks
Too Short, Xzibit, Kurupt
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Mov-mov-movin' in your Chucks We come through extra whylin' Y'all love it, who don't like sex and violence? She got a camera phone, send a picture and a text Fiends want dough, tricks want sex Bitches want dick, pimps want a grip Motherfuckers wanna know when you gon' slip Man, you rich, you still kick it in the hood? Sellin' coke and fuckin' bitches real good? Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't innocent They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' women He don't want her, she's just a decoy You gotta use her, you know hoes love the d-boy So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to work He want to save the hoe, so he took her to church Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin', recruitin' Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and shootin' To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your Chucks Have you ever seen fluent flow? Well, this is how you do it though Man, I don't give a f*ck F*ck it, how I ride, slide in the bucket Trip, I told this nigga to hold his bitch Come equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch The bitch bomb, I think he in possession of mine Cause the bitch is tryin' to put my dick on top of her mind I'm too G'd up to play games with bustaz Got somethin' to start trippin' niggaz lanes and bustin' I'm Gotti, motherfucker, Chucks and T's Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams I don't really give a f*ck about your hood, my nigga I'm just tryin' to make all bad good, my nigga Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily I ain't trippin' off these busta niggaz, bitches gotta pay me To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks Yeah, beotch Always poppin' that shit like you want to But you don't say a fuckin' thing when I come through I call the shot, somebody gon' touch you But you ain't even half a fag, nigga, f*ck you Always talkin 'bout what a nigga gon' do But you a hoe, so nobody don't believe you Lightin' it up for the world to see The return of Mr. X to the Z, damn To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats Hit a nigga so hard that his head gon' touch his back Dog, set it off, motherfuck them haters I keep it pimpin' for my paper in my now or later Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart You better have you some heart, comin' out here after dark If you gon' start, you must finish, nigga, handle yo' business Because you spoke like a menace, you got sent off to the dentist I don't be goin' back and forth like full court tennis We gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in sandals In a hospital robe, back of your body exposed I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes Because it's one for the hustle, two for transition For my brothers in position still cookin' in the kitchen To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your Chucks Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your Chucks Gators, gators
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Written by: RICARDO BROWN, DAVID DREW, KEVIN GILLIAM, LIONEL HUNT, ALVIN N JOINER, JERRY B. LONG, TODD ANTHONY SHAW
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