Lyrics:
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
lying ass been cheatin'
And I can't take it no more oh oh
I'm movin' on (move on)
[Chorus: x2]
On
(Movin on)(and move my way)
On
(Movin on-on)
Get out my life heartaches, nothing but heartaches by the pound
Get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the top
I said, "Get off my ladder
Get out my life heartaches, nothing but heartaches by the pound
Get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the top
I said, "Get off my ladder
purassè! (x2 volte)
puramme' puraaaaa....
purammè, purattè
purammè purassè
puramè purattè
purammè pur'à....
purammè. purattè
pur' à.....
purammè,
Movin'
You know I gotta keep movin'
Movin'
Do you wanna move with me?
Hey
Move on groove on two arms steady swinging going back and forth
The world
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac
Now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat
Ya face like
[Blurry Logic: Verse 1]
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[Hook]
Keep movin’ in stride,
Do it all with pride,
I’ll work overtime,
Steady on my grind,
that they won't lie
Judging by the moon I might be changin' for the night
[Repeat: x2]
You turn me on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on
On, on,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
Dance to the circle, watch it grow. Turning like forever, movin' slow.
It's only a moment, yes, I know. Children of the morning told me so.
Burn
Yo Hip-Hop, Is niggas still talkin
Bout I can't rap, come on now
Look for me, Young K
Took 2Pac beat and got paid
My favorite rapper is Makaveli,
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
to feel
I like you now
But is it real by the time we say goodnight
I'll know if this is right
And I feel you (you) coming through my veins.
Am I into you
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop,
Hmm!
Yeah!
Oh, yeah!
On guard!
Defend yourself!
Movin' right on you, baby!
On guard!
Defend yourself!
Down to get down, (down!) baby
movin' fuckin' slow
You were comin' out to Pineville, it was freezin' cold
I'm gettin' old by the day
You said it gave your heart somethin' to believe
Yeah
Pac, Dat Nigga Daz
Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin' don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin' don't stop, keep
or forgivin'
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle
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