Movin' In Your Chucks

(feat. Kurupt, Too USDhort)

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

Too USDhort
We come through extra whylin
And y'all love it, who don't like sex & violence
You got a camera phone, send a picture and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks want sex
girls want d*ck, pimps want a grip
Motherfkers wanna know, when you gon' slip
Man you rich, you still kick it in the hood?
Sellin coke, and fkin girls real good?
Don't let 'em fool ya, these girls ain't innocent
They'll 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 love the d-boy
So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to work
You want to save the hoe, so he took her to church
These girls slangin, lootin, hookin, recruitin
Work the credit cards, stealin, cookin, shootin

Chorus: Too USDhort - repeat 4X
To all my pimps (sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)

USDhort 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 fk..
fk it, how I ride slide in the bucket
Trip, I told this nigg* to hold his b*tch
Come equipped but don't trip, nigg* mold his b*tch
The b*tch bomb, I think he in posession of mine
Cause the b*tch is tryin to put my d*ck on top of her mind
I'm too G'd up to play games with bustaz
Got somethin to start trippin lanes and bustin
I'm Gotti motherfker, Chucks and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams
I don't really give a fk about your hood my nigg*
I'm just tryin to make all bad good my nigg*
Got gators for the pimpin, Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin off these busta girls gotta pay me

Chorus

USDhort Yeah beotch!

Xzibit
Always poppin that s**t like you want to
But you don't say a fkin thing when I come through (beotch!)
I call the shot and somebody gon' touch you
But you ain't even half a f*g, nigg* fk you (ya beotch!)
Always talkin 'bout what a nigg* gon' do
But you a hoe so nobody don't believe you (yeah beotch!)
Lightin it up for the world to see
The return of Mr. X to the Z, d*mn
To my in them Cadillacs, swingin that battle axe
A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats
Hit a nigg* so hard that his head gon' touch his back
Dog set it off, motherfk them haters
I keep on pimpin for my paper in my now or later 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, nigg* handle yo' business
Because you spoke like a menace you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin back and forth like, full court tennis
We gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin in sandals
In a hospital robe, back of yo' body exposed
I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes
Because it's one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position still cookin in the kitchen

Chorus - 2X

USDhort Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)