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BIG MOE : Move Around lyrics

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BIG MOE lyrics : "Move Around"

(feat. Mr.3-2, Noke D)

[Noke D talking]

Ha, this how we gon do this straight up
This goes out to all you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z
Feel that, know I'm saying, know I'm saying

I can't have you around me with that (*##$ %#@!
Straight up ^!$$%, get the $#&@ away from me
Know I'm saying, this Noke D, Noke D's in here

$#&@ whoever don't like me straight up
Run tell that, know what y'all could do for me for real


[Big Moe]
I'm a rider daddy, let a big ^!$$% breathe
You the reason why your girl, keep jocking me

Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by myself

If it wasn't for the worst, I wonder who would be left
Who really gonna hold me down
When all the chips, finally hit the ground

I had to stop, and look around
At all these new friends, I just found
Cause when I started out, singing these songs

It was me, Screw and a microphone
Slanging grey tapes, on Gravestone
All night long, sipping pints to the dome

Now I'm making hits, getting ghetto (*##$
Now all these hoe $$# ^!$$%z, be up on my dick


[Chorus]
Move around
Get the $#&@ out my face

Move around
'Fore you make me catch a case
Move around

And get the $#&@ out my grill
Move around
And let a big ^!$$% chill


[Big Moe]
See I finally realize

That the whole world is in disguise
And all the pain that's in my eyes
Came with the fame, and all the lies

And all the labels, with these deals
All in my grill, telling me about scrill
But Big Moe, still got deals

$#&@ Beverly Hills, I'm still Southsive
From the cradle, to the grave
To the end of my days

I'm still gon get pay-ayed
From the block, to the top
To the last tick tock

All you roaches and you rats, won't stop
Hollin' what it do, claiming that you true
But I got my eyes focused, on you


[Chorus]


[Mr. 3-2]
Move around, beat your feet and get to walking
With all that con game, and fast talking

My dogs start barking, and things get ugly
Touching boys up, getting rough like rugby
I needs my space, so clear my atmosphere

You nothing $$# fools, better get from round here
All up in my ear, I'm trying to holla at this broad
But you riding my pitbull, like menage tois

Running up on my car, wanting a contract
I ain't looking for no acts, but you bout to get slapped
To a coma, gone on a, get to stepping

Down the yellow brick road, 'fore I pull out my weapon
I done told you once, won't tell you twice
Move around playboy, shake and roll like dice

All that grabs handshakes, all that's fine
But it's a place for everything, and partna it's about time

[Chorus]
Move around

Fake $$# ^!$$%z, get out my face
Move around
Better move on down, 'fore I catch a case
Move around
Fake $$# ^!$$%z, get out my grill

Gotta move around
Let a playa just chill

Just chill, get out my grill
Old fake $$# ^!$$%z

Old faaaaake $$# ^!$$%z
Ooooooh

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