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letra de make a move - quarashi

i come runnin when the beat starts.
ya’ll kick it to me.
spitting out lyrics like a cross dressing dope fiend.
i’m working in, i’m working hard for the best of it.
beating just the best of them but i want to get the rest of them.
i’m wrecking it. (yeah!)
i f-ck it up for the next of kin.
i’m kicking back with a blunt and a gl-ss of gin.
you can’t control me, i’m the mother f-cking man.
why do i claim these things because i can.
break it down to basics, ya’ll see me lifted.
elevated, sage-like, lovesome and gifted.
strikingly original, a pioneer, a visionary.
when it comes to s-x i’m a man on a missionary.
springing like a jackknife, quick to the rescue.
you want to test me, you f-cking made me.
so make your move son, don’t keep me waiting.
better do it now or do you want to keep on hating.

[chorus]
booya! (i rock it hard, i rock it best)
booya! (friday night and break the test)
booya! (shake that -ss and shake your br–sts)
i guess those are the things that make me blessed!

i don’t wander distorted turn the other cheek and just grudge.
i’ll put you in order and drown your grin in the mud.
and i don’t quit while winning i’ll give you twice the amount.
and the sh-t you deposit when you open up my account.
so step aside cause i’ll come running like a freak and.
catch ya walking funny on the sunny side of the street man.
you’re gonna get me arrested ain’t that some sh-t.
you hear stories the molest me and test them grits.
don’t you know what they call me cause i ain’t tall.
i gotta pack something to make the other guy look small and like.
do something stupid and bring a sharp toothbrush.
race around the city and get your whole crew crushed.

new coat of paint on, we’re still the same.
mother f-cker that are always on top in this game.
cause we got the craziest, f-cked up individuals.
rock steady crew, break some backs honey with you all.
this is how it’s gonna be, this is how it works.
gonna ride, gonna drink, gonna f-ck till it hurts yo.
freaks to the left of me, suckers to the right.
if you want a little taste, you can have what is left of me.
swing my bat, catch the ball running.
i got it working cause it’s you i’m always gunning.
i’m wicked, wild, f-cked and crazy.
full of sh-t, distracted and hazy.
i said my piece, now go forth and multiply.
tear me down, disown me, well you can try.
indestructible and baby that’s a fact um.
you want a sample right straight up in your r-ct-m.

[chorus] x 2
booya! (i rock it hard, i rock it best)
booya! (friday night and break the test)
booya! (shake that -ss and shake your br–sts)
i guess those are the things that make me blessed!

- quarashi

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