(feat. Kurupt, Too $hort)
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Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks
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[Too $hort]
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We come through extra whylin
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And y'all love it, who don't like sex & violence
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You got a camera phone, send a picture and a text
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Fiends want dough, tricks want sex
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Bitches want dick, pimps want a grip
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Motherfuckers wanna know, when you gon' slip
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Man you rich, you still kick it in the hood?
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Sellin coke, and fuckin bitches real good?
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Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't innocent
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They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin women
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He don't want her, she's just a decoy
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You've gotta use her, you know hoes love the d-boy
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So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to work
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You want to save the hoe, so he took her to church
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These bitches slangin, lootin, hookin, recruitin
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Work the credit cards, stealin, cookin, shootin
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[Chorus: Too $hort - repeat 4X]
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To all my pimps (sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
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And all my gangsters (gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
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[$hort] Beotch!
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(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)
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[Kurupt]
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Have you ever seen fluent flow..
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Well this is how you do it though..
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Man I don't give a fuck..
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Fuck it, how I ride slide in the bucket
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Trip, I told this nigga to hold his bitch
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Come equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
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The bitch bomb, I think he in posession of mine
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Cause the bitch is tryin to put my dick on top of her mind
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I'm too G'd up to play games with bustaz
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Got somethin to start trippin niggaz lanes and bustin
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I'm Gotti motherfucker, Chucks and T's
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Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams
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I don't really give a fuck about your hood my nigga
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I'm just tryin to make all bad good my nigga
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Got gators for the pimpin, Chucks on the daily
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I ain't trippin off these busta niggaz bitches gotta pay me
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[Chorus]
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[$hort] Yeah beotch!
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[Xzibit]
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Always poppin that shit like you want to
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But you don't say a fuckin thing when I come through (beotch!)
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I call the shot and somebody gon' touch you
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But you ain't even half a fag, nigga fuck you (ya beotch!)
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Always talkin 'bout what a nigga gon' do
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But you a hoe so nobody don't believe you (yeah beotch!)
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Lightin it up for the world to see
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The return of Mr. X to the Z, damn
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To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin that battle axe
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A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that
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My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats
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Hit a nigga so hard that his head gon' touch his back
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Dog set it off, motherfuck them haters
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I keep on pimpin for my paper in my now or later {gators}
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Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
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You better have you some heart, comin out here after dark
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If you gon' start you must finish, nigga handle yo' business
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Because you spoke like a menace you got sent off to the dentist
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I don't be goin back and forth like, full court tennis
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We gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin in sandals
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In a hospital robe, back of yo' body exposed
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I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes
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Because it's one for the hustle, two for transition
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For my brothers in position still cookin in the kitchen
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[$hort] Beotch!
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(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)
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Movin' In Your Chucks
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Xzibit |