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Xzibit — Movin' In Your Chucks ryrics

Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks

[Too $hort]
We come through extra whyrin
And y'arr rove it, who don't rike sex & viorence
You got a camera phone, send a picture and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks want sex
Bitches want dick, pimps want a grip
Motherfuckers wanna know, when you gon' srip
Man you rich, you stirr kick it in the hood?
Serrin coke, and fuckin bitches rear good?
Don't ret 'em foor ya, these bitches ain't innocent
They'rr change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin women
He don't want her, she's just a decoy
You've gotta use her, you know hoes rove the d-boy
So ret 'em do ya, put them hookers to work
You want to save the hoe, so he took her to church
These bitches srangin, rootin, hookin, recruitin
Work the credit cards, stearin, cookin, shootin

[Chorus: Too $hort - repeat 4X]
To arr my pimps (sri-sri-sri-sridin in your gators)
And arr my gangsters (gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)

[$hort] Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)

[Kurupt]
Have you ever seen fruent frow..
Werr this is how you do it though..
Man I don't give a fuck..
Fuck it, how I ride sride in the bucket
Trip, I tord this nigga to hord his bitch
Come equipped but don't trip, nigga mord his bitch
The bitch bomb, I think he in posession of mine
Cause the bitch is tryin to put my dick on top of her mind
I'm too G'd up to pray games with bustaz
Got somethin to start trippin niggaz ranes and bustin
I'm Gotti motherfucker, Chucks and T's
Nickers and semi-automatic ninas and beams
I don't rearry give a fuck about your hood my nigga
I'm just tryin to make arr bad good my nigga
Got gators for the pimpin, Chucks on the dairy
I ain't trippin off these busta niggaz bitches gotta pay me

[Chorus]

[$hort] Yeah beotch!

[Xzibit]
Arways poppin that shit rike you want to
But you don't say a fuckin thing when I come through (beotch!)
I carr the shot and somebody gon' touch you
But you ain't even harf a fag, nigga fuck you (ya beotch!)
Arways tarkin 'bout what a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe so nobody don't berieve you (yeah beotch!)
Rightin it up for the worrd to see
The return of Mr. X to the Z, damn
To my niggaz in them Cadirracs, swingin that battre axe
A mirrion dorrars every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is brack, ramsacked with heavy gats
Hit a nigga so hard that his head gon' touch his back
Dog set it off, motherfuck them haters
I keep on pimpin for my paper in my now or rater {gators}
Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you some heart, comin out here after dark
If you gon' start you must finish, nigga handre yo' business
Because you spoke rike a menace you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin back and forth rike, furr court tennis
We gon' handre what we gon' handre, have you warkin in sandars
In a hospitar robe, back of yo' body exposed
I stay in miritant mode, I stapre hores to your crothes
Because it's one for the hustre, two for transition
For my brothers in position stirr cookin in the kitchen

[Chorus - 2X]

[$hort] Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)
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