Bump J - Move Around lyrics

[Kanye West] Yo Bump, I just want to make sure everybody knew who did the track Kanye-to-the [Hook: Bump J] Shawty you know the game's Bout pickin' and choosin' You don't know when you won You so used to losin' Move around now, move around now Move around now, move around move I know you see me tryna party homey Give me that room Don't make me up this 40 on me And click ta clack boom! Move around now, move around now Move around now, move around move [Verse 1: Bump J] See there, it ain't poppin' 'less we there Your barkin' better stop before I hit you with the three squared That's a nine if you failed math, I bail pa** in that pale Jag Cause I push weight and you sell bags Come and cop that from me My [diesel?] have cluckers noddin off like they ain't slept in weeks Whoever disrespect the chief I'll have the Tec put you pets to sleep That's all you birds I catch singing to detects police You ain't my dogs, you rats and you cats can rest in peace I post up on a deck for weeks You can ask K-West, I'm a [ma**ive beast?] I got a good name, and I spit good game Tried ya baby mama out, and she got good brains I look lames in the face and tell 'em You ain't a Goon, you's a fruit, I'm a gansta mella [Hook] [Verse 2: Bump J] I ain't going back to doing a book a day I'm at this rap full time, my future's lookin' great Feds not convinced, think I'm still movin' weight Move around clowns, don't even look my way Bump's a hustla, got cheddar to check in For real you would die for whatever you reppin' You smart, you would carry a weapon Mines'll make you do a back flip better than Mary Lou Retten I'll shoot somethin' up, I'm from grimeyville You know it's shoes on that truck if I'm behind the wheel They know me and so I got it locked I remind them still Cause every line that I put up in a rhyme is real And you wonder why the label shoot you down Your album will never leave the shelf cause you's a clown Look at me, flickin' somethin' serious through the town You rap n***as couldn't be serious, move around now [Hook] [Verse 3: Bump J] Look, I got a crazy flow so while you hatin' Joe I'm off in Mejico posin', frozen H20 Around my neck and wrists, a couple ladies so If I was to go tonight, it's all gravy Joe Went from the US to USSR In the best private jets n***a, you just test cars But when I am on my land, I'm stylin' My rims chop like the karate man from Shaolin And the Goons hit the club, and pile in We in these streets wildin', chumps where ya'll been? We move around, I'm off on the islands sipping daiquiris See why you n***as so mad at me I'm enjoying the rewards of this hip hop On the West Coast in my tank top and flip flops Smoking something you can smell through the zip lock Never find another n***a this hot, no [Hook]