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lirik lagu movin’ in your chucks – xzibit

(feat. kurupt, too $hort)

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

[too $hort]
we come through extra whylin
and y’all love it, who don’t like s*x & violence
you got a camera phone, send a picture and a text
fiends want dough, tricks want s*x
b*tches want d*ck, pimps want a grip
motherf*ckers wanna know, when you gon’ slip
man you rich, you still kick it in the hood?
sellin c*ke, and f*ckin b*tches real good?
don’t let ’em fool ya, these b*tches 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’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 b*tches slangin, lootin, hookin, recruitin
work the credit cards, stealin, cookin, shootin

[chorus: too $hort – repeat 4x]
to all my pimps (sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
and all my gangsters (gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)

[$hort] beotch!
(mov-mov-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 n*gg* to hold his b*tch
come equipped but don’t trip, n*gg* mold his b*tch
the b*tch bomb, i think he in posession of mine
cause the b*tch is tryin to put my d*ck on top of her mind
i’m too g’d up to play games with bustaz
got somethin to start trippin n*gg*z lanes and bustin
i’m gotti motherf*cker, chucks and t’s
nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams
i don’t really give a f*ck about your hood my n*gg*
i’m just tryin to make all bad good my n*gg*
got gators for the pimpin, chucks on the daily
i ain’t trippin off these busta n*gg*z b*tches gotta pay me


[$hort] yeah beotch!

always poppin that sh*t like you want to
but you don’t say a f*ckin thing when i come through (beotch!)
i call the shot and somebody gon’ touch you
but you ain’t even half a f*g, n*gg* f*ck you (ya beotch!)
always talkin ’bout what a n*gg* gon’ do
but you a hoe so n*body don’t believe you (yeah beotch!)
lightin it up for the world to see
the return of mr. x to the z, d*mn
to my n*gg*z 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 n*gg* so hard that his head gon’ touch his back
dog set it off, motherf*ck them haters
i keep on pimpin 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, comin out here after dark
if you gon’ start you must finish, n*gg* 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 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 cookin in the kitchen

[chorus – 2x]

[$hort] beotch!
(mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)

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