Move

Pshh
Some niggas in here got, blonde hair and shit, dancing like bitches, man
It’s all packed in this motherfucker, give me a fucking break
These niggas is, uhhhh
Cuh
Woow, oh my
Ay! Ay! Nigga! I know you just… Mother fucker!
Watch, watch what the fuck you doing, Man
God damn!
It’s hot, stuffy, nigga’s in here playing
This type of shit have motherfuckers gang banging like
«Aye cuz, you gon have to give me my space»
Frustration got me pushing niggas, all in they face
There ain’t no bitches in here dog, it’s just a bunch of dudes
Crip walking, being rude, stepping all on my shoes
And anytime there’s a surplus of Negros
One false move somebody gon through blows
I gotta start fucking with clubs that got dress codes
Cuz if they overcrowded at least they packed with ho’s
I got brand, spanking, new, kicks
Surrounding my toes so homie watch your foot placement
Hot as, fuck, in this, bitch
No funny business grooving when you’re standing adjacent
To the neighborhood bully, Basik MC
Or you’ll be clutching your boys, «one of those earthy rappers just slugged me»
The Courvoisier tempts me to react off my claustrophobia
One accidental kick and I’m removing the dance floor from up under ya
You can avoid confrontation
And give me space before you find out how dirty knuckles taste
Ladies require attention too
So I’ll arrive on these cheeks while y’all ride on the bass
.on the bass, on the bass, on the bass…
Welcome to the movement
Join us in a circle
Gathering like prophets
That fall out in the mosh pits
Moving through the club smoke
Looking for refreshments
Running out of breath mints
But I’m drunk and wanna touch some tits
I got pushed in the back
I done spilled my yak
This nigga got the nerve to ask me what I’m looking at
Well that’s that, this club is shutdown
Cuz this nigga here getting beat the fuck down
I picked up a drink, threw it in his face
Alcohol to the eyes burn better than mace
And since this nigga’s blind, it’s stomp out time
And at this point, I have lost my fucking mind
I’m kicking, spitting, swinging, screaming
All because I’m cramped in the club with these demons
It goes chest out, chin up
These wild out beasts about to get buck
I say, shoulders out, swang bounce
Bring your drink to the floor and lose every ounce
I say, Fendi heels, petite skirts
Bring your dainty ass to dance, find blood on your shirt
I say, take refuge at the bar
So if a melee pops you can make it to the car
Now they speaking in my eardrums
Bumping out my earphones
Checking out the weird ones
Slumped and appear as mere clones
I’m stunned by the ability of one printed on wax
Causing the club to collapse like an earthquake on tracks
Move, nigga
Move, nigga
Move, nigga
Move
Move, nigga
Move, nigga
Move, nigga
Move
I respect your groove if you respect my space
But when I say move get the fuck out my face
I’m claustrophobic, this shit’s a fire hazard
So if I’m cornered Imma start pushing you bastards
You overhyped adolescent
Need to learn lessons
That the dance floor, ain’t the place for freestyle sessions
Eligh, Basik, dog out to the car
Cuz it’s only 12:30 I can still hit a bar
Perspiration’s spilling, drenching on the bar
K boy, tighten up your pimping stallions coming this a-way
Leave it to the Sisqo look a like’s for all that moving
Broads don’t like sweaty negro’s, I learned that in my high schooling
But youngin' you can clear the set when I rep
Fuck a windmill boy
I got a vicious two step
Since the dawning of the intelligent man here on earth
Something had to be created to further our self worth
Herd us like sheep until sun rays, they burn
Until one day they turn
Tables slay the dance
When spitting fire clubs move