*featuring Bushwick Bill
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[SPM]
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Yo, yo. It's all about these power moves, right,
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(it's all about these power moves)
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Yo, think you understand what I'm sayin'
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Ugh,
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I need to relax, and take a 48 hour cruise,
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Power Moves, I'm sorry but you cowards lose.
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Shout the news, we done paid our dues.
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It's not how I can, it's how I choose.
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The South done rule,
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came up, out the blue.
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I show hataz hell, and buy 'em flowers too.
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If I was you, I wouldn't leave from around your crew,
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they wouldn't find you 'till the year 2002.
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I be countin' loot,
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climbin' like a mountain boo,
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in the land where dope fiends play the glass flutes.
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Off in the night, at the scene stackin' green.
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While most men sleep we're servin' fiend after fiend,
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'86 breakin' bricks,
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got hoes takin' tricks,
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makin' hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' steak and grits.
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Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera,
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cuz ain't no stoppin' a mutherfucking conqueror.
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[Chorus]
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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[Bushwick:] [*laughing*] Ay yo, haha!
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(Ay yo we got your turn over here, right?)
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Power Moves
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(we got my homie T, SPM in here)
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[Bushwick]
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Now it's all about team work,
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there's enough to feed all on God's green earth.
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I re-verse the game not me first.
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Niggas try to act killa but I seen worse.
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Feet first so get a taste of our de-sert
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eagle. Wet T-shirts. I hurt, people.
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Eagle trip talkin' shit be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
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You like the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
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I push bricks,
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fuck hoes under the cushions.
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If there's only one bitch, I bet she's sucking two dicks.
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SPM and Bushwick: true top fillas,
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Mexican assassin and me, Jamaican killa.
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Power's the act performing e-ffective progress.
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Remember that when you see our 600 topless.
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3rd coast, H-Town to ???
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You got three wishes mutherfuckers make the best of it.
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[Chorus]
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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[Bushwick:] you wanna diss a Mexican? Fuck with us cuz
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[SPM]
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Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
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back when I took cities like, Cracklin.
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The clash of the Titans, passin' my writin'
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Boyz On Da Cut goin' faster than lightnin'.
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My yellow hood's right past the woods,
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so every full moon I dance with wolves.
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Used to fool with crack, now I'm through with that,
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I just opened up the SPM School Of Rap.
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Jump for joy H-Town, the south takin' over,
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like when they mixed weed with a cup of baking soda,
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Playin' poker,
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Breakin' boulders,
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Shake your shoulders,
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Make you haters know this that your silly game is bogus,
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Can't control us,
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We stay ferocious,
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but lay the lowest, blaze a forest,
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My brain's in orbit,
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and they adore us,
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Great performance,
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I'm playin' organs,
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and pray the lord-es,
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Kickin' like Bruce, takin' all this,
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Now bring the Chorus.
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[Chorus]
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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[Bushwick:] AY! Y'all thought I was gone, right? [*laughs*]
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I wanna say wussup to my mutherfuckin' homies
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from L.A., to New York, to the Midwest, to the Durdysouth.
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You know what I'm saying?
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keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [*fades out*]
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Talkin' bout that Power Moves [starting after "L.A."],
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Talkin' bout that Power Moves,
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Talkin' bout that Power Moves,
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Power Moves,
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Hey!
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Power Moves,
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Power Moves
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Power Moves
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |