Lyrics:
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
and how we wrap bricks with petroleum
Clean strips like custodians (uh-huh)
My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in
West signed me, I
groove
Syncopated to the beat on your
Feet while you move
Don't lose just win I won't accept a draw
Name is mc chris I'll eat
You up like Jabberjaw
It's
a tool so you know I’m finna pop my shit
OnG
Wait real soon I just might rock my wrist
On God
Drum and a stick so you know I’m finna rock like Chris
ONG
like I’m Popeyes
Shake it to the tune, make it move like the cha cha
Gotta hit the woo
When I groove, got me sky high
Pennies I don’t fly by
Stack it
Make a Move
Written and performed by Derrell & Raleigh Durham
(Rell)
This sound like some A$AP Mob shit man
I don’t know what I was on
When I cooked
silenced so it sounds the same so
I aim it at the lames
Im making moves
Big moves
Draw first blood like I'm Rambo
I deal all the hands
Cant afford to risk my
seen many faces
Girl it is you I want you are the one I need
Willy willy wo oh uh uh oh
Girl I am standing by your window
By your window oh uh
Willy
"Uncle mac
Will you read us a bedtime story?"
No! You guys are like 28
Move out of your mom's basement!
I once knew a guy named Bareknuckle Chris
82
Yeah, Chris Lowe
(Okay, it's Fort Knox; Chuck Chillout - let's go)
[Verse One: Chris Lowe]
I'm in line to see the club rock
Fly shorties all
pattern
Not new
(Verse 1)
Slowly slowly
Baby take am
Easy
You know
I no be
Chris breezy
If you go
And throw
It back
Come back
Like frisbee
Be my bestie
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
and I
Ain't feeling like Chris Rock
Clocking like a a wrist watch that
Lambo make a bitch stop she be hypnotized
Hypnotized like I'm Big Pop
Like you Big
days off
I'm King James when it's playoffs, I'm Steph Curry when it's playoffs,
I'm ballin' hard like the playoffs I'm ballin' hard like the playoffs
about to beat me, he's about to Chris Rock me
How you throwing balls up in the air with the volley
Damn I feel bad for you, maybe I'll call an Uber
But
don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up, Baby Bubba!
Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
on)
Move on nigga
Gon' and get your shit now
(I'm moving)
Move on nigga
(Girl, it's best I'm moving)
Move on nigga
(I should be gone)
Move on nigga
the night...
Auto pilot, I'm on airplane mode
And I came into the spot with like 4 pre rolled
Watch how they move, that's how I manoeuvre
If real recognize
a young OG
Have faith and do it B.I.G
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
Back of the clubs with D'usse is where you'll find me
Back
That's right
And my name is the Biz Markie
And we gonna rock a little something like this
One, two, whatcha gonna do?
I say yes, yes y'all,
right
And my name is the Biz Markie
And we gon' rock a little something like this
One, two, whatcha gonna do?
I say yes, yes y'all, to the beat, all
my flip flops
I'm an accessory in front of the pack
Come on baby let's rock
The circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big tent
Don't
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
pro
So here we go here here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
'Cause people like
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