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Xzibit

Movin' In Your Chucks

 

Movin' In Your Chucks

(альбом: Full Circle - 2006)


Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks

[Too $hort:]
We come through extra whylin
And y'all love it, who don't like sex & violence
You 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?
Selling coke, and fucking bitches real good?
Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimping women
He don't want her, she's just a decoy
You've gotta use her, you know hoes love the d-boy
So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to work
You want to save the hoe, so he took her to church
These bitches slanging, lootin, hooking, recruiting
Work the credit cards, stealing, cooking, shooting

To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)

[Kurupt:]
Have you ever seen fluent flow
Well this is how you do it though
Man I don't give a fuck
Fuck 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 posession 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 something to start trippin niggas lanes and busting
I'm Gotti motherfucker, Chucks and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams
I don't really give a fuck about your hood my nigga
I'm just tryin to make all bad good my nigga
Got gators for the pimping, Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin off these busta niggas bitches gotta pay me

[Too $hort:]
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
Yeah beotch!

[Xzibit:]
Always popping that shit like you want to
But you don't say a fucking thing when I come through (Beotch!)
I call the shot and somebody gon' touch you
But you ain't even half a fag, nigga fuck you (Ya beotch!)
Always talking 'bout what a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe so nobody don't believe you (Yeah beotch!)
Lighting it up for the world to see
The return of Mr. X to the Z, damn
To my niggas in them Cadillacs, swinging 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 on pimping for my paper in my now or later {gators}
Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you some heart, coming 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 walking in sandals
In a hospital robe, back of yo' 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 cooking in the kitchen

[Too $hort:]
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)

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