Xzibit - Movin' In Your Chucks Lyrics
(feat. Kurupt, Too $hort)Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin In Your Chucks[too $hort]We Come Through Extra WhylinAnd Y'all Love It, Who Don't Like Sex & ViolenceYou Got A Camera Phone, Send A Picture And A TextFiends Want Dough, Tricks Want Sex*****es Want Dick, Pimps Want A GripMother*****ers Wanna Know, When You Gon' SlipMan You Rich, You Still Kick It In The Hood?Sellin Coke, And *****in *****es Real Good?Don't Let 'em Fool Ya, These *****es Ain't InnocentThey'll Change The Game And Make The Gangsters Start Pimpin WomenHe Don't Want Her, She's Just A DecoyYou've Gotta Use Her, You Know Hoes Love The D-boySo Let 'em Do Ya, Put Them Hookers To WorkYou Want To Save The Hoe, So He Took Her To ChurchThese *****es Slangin, Lootin, Hookin, RecruitinWork The Credit Cards, Stealin, Cookin, Shootin[chorus: Too $hort - Repeat 4x]To All My Pimps (sli-sli-sli-slidin In Your Gators)And All My Gangsters (gangsters Movin-movin In Your Chucks)[$hort] Beotch!(mov-mov-mov-mov-movin In Your Chucks)[kurupt]Have You Ever Seen Fluent Flow..Well This Is How You Do It Though..Man I Don't Give A *****..***** It, How I Ride Slide In The BucketTrip, I Told This Nigga To Hold His *****Come Equipped But Don't Trip, Nigga Mold His *****The ***** Bomb, I Think He In Posession Of MineCause The ***** Is Tryin To Put My Dick On Top Of Her MindI'm Too G'd Up To Play Games With BustazGot Somethin To Start Trippin Niggaz Lanes And BustinI'm Gotti Mother*****er, Chucks And T'sNickels And Semi-automatic Ninas And BeamsI Don't Really Give A ***** About Your Hood My NiggaI'm Just Tryin To Make All Bad Good My NiggaGot Gators For The Pimpin, Chucks On The DailyI Ain't Trippin Off These Busta Niggaz *****es Gotta Pay Me[chorus][$hort] Yeah Beotch![xzibit]Always Poppin That Shit Like You Want ToBut You Don't Say A *****in Thing When I Come Through (beotch!)I Call The Shot And Somebody Gon' Touch YouBut You Ain't Even Half A Fag, Nigga ***** You (ya Beotch!)Always Talkin 'bout What A Nigga Gon' DoBut You A Hoe So Nobody Don't Believe You (yeah Beotch!)Lightin It Up For The World To SeeThe Return Of Mr. X To The Z, DamnTo My Niggaz In Them Cadillacs, Swingin That Battle AxeA Million Dollars Every 90 Days, Imagine ThatMy Habitat Is Black, Ramsacked With Heavy GatsHit A Nigga So Hard That His Head Gon' Touch His BackDog Set It Off, Mother***** Them HatersI Keep On Pimpin For My Paper In My Now Or Later {gators}Made My Mark For My Spark, Terror Tear You ApartYou Better Have You Some Heart, Comin Out Here After DarkIf You Gon' Start You Must Finish, Nigga Handle Yo' BusinessBecause You Spoke Like A Menace You Got Sent Off To The DentistI Don't Be Goin Back And Forth Like, Full Court TennisWe Gon' Handle What We Gon' Handle, Have You Walkin In SandalsIn A Hospital Robe, Back Of Yo' Body ExposedI Stay In Militant Mode, I Staple Holes To Your ClothesBecause It's One For The Hustle, Two For TransitionFor My Brothers In Position Still Cookin In The Kitchen[chorus - 2x][$hort] Beotch!(mov-mov-mov-mov-movin In Your Chucks)
