Movas & Shakers - Explicit Version 歌词
| 歌曲 | Movas & Shakers - Explicit Version |
| 歌手 | Inspectah Deck |
| 专辑 | Uncontrolled Substance |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Hunter | |
| This goes out to all my niggas | |
| spendin they last on gas, grass and ass | |
| and to all my ladies playin in bars free drinks | |
| and shit push it up push it up | |
| Chorus | |
| Keep on | |
| Ya don't stop , if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop | |
| If ya won't stop maybe ya can't stop | |
| So keep on, keep on an on ya keep on | |
| Ya don't stop , if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop | |
| If ya won't stop than ya can't stop | |
| So keep on, keep on an on | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Rebellious-I, felonas city slicker | |
| Real nigga hit ya district with the impact of a twista | |
| Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes | |
| My poems were found next to dinosaur bones | |
| Perform by the elders before the kings thrown | |
| This style has no origin or birth date | |
| And scientists research can not calculate | |
| The great mind skatin' through space and time | |
| Vibratin' thru the bass lines that stun man kind | |
| Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts | |
| Vocals that smash out the bullet proof glass | |
| Rippin' through your 15's like Wolverine | |
| Sick with the lyric there be no vacine | |
| You attach with the tractor beam, rap fiend | |
| And all heads who feel it lick off a magazine | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 1 | |
| We trip the light, ride to the rhythm's of the night | |
| Skin tight honeys show me love at first sight | |
| Work light krazy legs nonstop body drop | |
| My hip hop drop you to your knees in shock | |
| Watch for the spot rushers, slang hustler | |
| Lackluster skills, solute the drill instructor | |
| Yes yes ya'll I heard the ‘S.O.S.' call | |
| INS to the rescue about to bless ya'll | |
| Got ‘em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall | |
| They ants ya'll and I remain to stand tall | |
| Can't fall, son'll restore like Michael Jackson off the wall | |
| Singin' life ain't so bad at all | |
| When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things | |
| Like foreign cars fancy clothes and diamond rings | |
| My exotic dancers keep shakin' ya thing | |
| To my niggas on the streets thats soon to be king | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Keep on keep on an on | |
| Last call for alcohol bartender two kahlua's and milk | |
| with crushed ice in the blender | |
| What up love? | |
| Lets jelly off the dancefloor | |
| before ya man come lookin' for points he can't score | |
| More than you bargained for ,deserve an encore | |
| Putt 'em down ,you put ‘em up till ya sore | |
| Motion picture thoughts project in wide screens | |
| Laced off the lime green, duckin' high beams | |
| Swift sword, making fetti out the bill board | |
| Rap pro, throwin' up bombs like Jeff Joard | |
| Catch me next tour feel free to explore | |
| Don't sweat me at the door like we met before | |
| Tryin' to dick ride, I'm inside where the chicks hide | |
| Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy... | |
| Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Hunter | |
| This goes out to all my niggas | |
| spendin they last on gas, grass and ass | |
| and to all my ladies playin in bars free drinks | |
| and shit push it up push it up | |
| Chorus | |
| Keep on | |
| Ya don' t stop , if ya don' t stop maybe ya won' t stop | |
| If ya won' t stop maybe ya can' t stop | |
| So keep on, keep on an on ya keep on | |
| Ya don' t stop , if ya don' t stop maybe ya won' t stop | |
| If ya won' t stop than ya can' t stop | |
| So keep on, keep on an on | |
| Verse 1 | |
| RebelliousI, felonas city slicker | |
| Real nigga hit ya district with the impact of a twista | |
| Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes | |
| My poems were found next to dinosaur bones | |
| Perform by the elders before the kings thrown | |
| This style has no origin or birth date | |
| And scientists research can not calculate | |
| The great mind skatin' through space and time | |
| Vibratin' thru the bass lines that stun man kind | |
| Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts | |
| Vocals that smash out the bullet proof glass | |
| Rippin' through your 15' s like Wolverine | |
| Sick with the lyric there be no vacine | |
| You attach with the tractor beam, rap fiend | |
| And all heads who feel it lick off a magazine | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 1 | |
| We trip the light, ride to the rhythm' s of the night | |
| Skin tight honeys show me love at first sight | |
| Work light krazy legs nonstop body drop | |
| My hip hop drop you to your knees in shock | |
| Watch for the spot rushers, slang hustler | |
| Lackluster skills, solute the drill instructor | |
| Yes yes ya' ll I heard the ' S. O. S.' call | |
| INS to the rescue about to bless ya' ll | |
| Got ' em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall | |
| They ants ya' ll and I remain to stand tall | |
| Can' t fall, son' ll restore like Michael Jackson off the wall | |
| Singin' life ain' t so bad at all | |
| When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things | |
| Like foreign cars fancy clothes and diamond rings | |
| My exotic dancers keep shakin' ya thing | |
| To my niggas on the streets thats soon to be king | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Keep on keep on an on | |
| Last call for alcohol bartender two kahlua' s and milk | |
| with crushed ice in the blender | |
| What up love? | |
| Lets jelly off the dancefloor | |
| before ya man come lookin' for points he can' t score | |
| More than you bargained for , deserve an encore | |
| Putt ' em down , you put ' em up till ya sore | |
| Motion picture thoughts project in wide screens | |
| Laced off the lime green, duckin' high beams | |
| Swift sword, making fetti out the bill board | |
| Rap pro, throwin' up bombs like Jeff Joard | |
| Catch me next tour feel free to explore | |
| Don' t sweat me at the door like we met before | |
| Tryin' to dick ride, I' m inside where the chicks hide | |
| Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy... | |
| Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Hunter | |
| This goes out to all my niggas | |
| spendin they last on gas, grass and ass | |
| and to all my ladies playin in bars free drinks | |
| and shit push it up push it up | |
| Chorus | |
| Keep on | |
| Ya don' t stop , if ya don' t stop maybe ya won' t stop | |
| If ya won' t stop maybe ya can' t stop | |
| So keep on, keep on an on ya keep on | |
| Ya don' t stop , if ya don' t stop maybe ya won' t stop | |
| If ya won' t stop than ya can' t stop | |
| So keep on, keep on an on | |
| Verse 1 | |
| RebelliousI, felonas city slicker | |
| Real nigga hit ya district with the impact of a twista | |
| Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes | |
| My poems were found next to dinosaur bones | |
| Perform by the elders before the kings thrown | |
| This style has no origin or birth date | |
| And scientists research can not calculate | |
| The great mind skatin' through space and time | |
| Vibratin' thru the bass lines that stun man kind | |
| Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts | |
| Vocals that smash out the bullet proof glass | |
| Rippin' through your 15' s like Wolverine | |
| Sick with the lyric there be no vacine | |
| You attach with the tractor beam, rap fiend | |
| And all heads who feel it lick off a magazine | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 1 | |
| We trip the light, ride to the rhythm' s of the night | |
| Skin tight honeys show me love at first sight | |
| Work light krazy legs nonstop body drop | |
| My hip hop drop you to your knees in shock | |
| Watch for the spot rushers, slang hustler | |
| Lackluster skills, solute the drill instructor | |
| Yes yes ya' ll I heard the ' S. O. S.' call | |
| INS to the rescue about to bless ya' ll | |
| Got ' em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall | |
| They ants ya' ll and I remain to stand tall | |
| Can' t fall, son' ll restore like Michael Jackson off the wall | |
| Singin' life ain' t so bad at all | |
| When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things | |
| Like foreign cars fancy clothes and diamond rings | |
| My exotic dancers keep shakin' ya thing | |
| To my niggas on the streets thats soon to be king | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Keep on keep on an on | |
| Last call for alcohol bartender two kahlua' s and milk | |
| with crushed ice in the blender | |
| What up love? | |
| Lets jelly off the dancefloor | |
| before ya man come lookin' for points he can' t score | |
| More than you bargained for , deserve an encore | |
| Putt ' em down , you put ' em up till ya sore | |
| Motion picture thoughts project in wide screens | |
| Laced off the lime green, duckin' high beams | |
| Swift sword, making fetti out the bill board | |
| Rap pro, throwin' up bombs like Jeff Joard | |
| Catch me next tour feel free to explore | |
| Don' t sweat me at the door like we met before | |
| Tryin' to dick ride, I' m inside where the chicks hide | |
| Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy... | |
| Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy | |
| Chorus |
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