Big Moe Move Around Lyrics

Move Around Lyrics

f/ Mr.3-2, Noke D







(*Noke D talking*)



Ha, this how we gon do this straight up



This goes out to all you bitch ass niggaz



Feel that, know I'm saying, know I'm saying



I can't have you around me with that bitch shit



Straight up nigga, get the fuck away from me



Know I'm saying, this Noke D, Noke D's in here



Fuck 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 nigga 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 bitch



Now all these hoe ass niggaz, be up on my dick







[Chorus]



Move around



Get the fuck out my face



Move around



'Fore you make me catch a case



Move around



And get the fuck out my grill



Move around



And let a big nigga 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



Fuck 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 ass 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 ass niggaz, get out my face



Move around



Better move on down, 'fore I catch a case



Move around



Fake ass niggaz, get out my grill



Gotta move around



Let a playa just chill







Just chill, get out my grill



Old fake ass niggaz



Old faaaaake ass niggaz



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