Big & Rich - Move Mean lyrics

[Chorus] Move mean, move mean, move mean(X4) Ugh [Verse 1] He was from richmond one of the sickest places in the bay Nah he was from oakland, fresco, berkley round that wack Over there by delagram, nah over there by ashmond Why did they find his body in fairfield, don't ask me A neighbourhood mvp, programmed to go But everybody in the bay knew he had it comin though His mama was a hoe his daddy on blow Neva went to church so he neva had a soul But this is just an example of how tha sh** go But that's during sacramento, stacked in that Tracy Pennell Pittsburgh Anne hack in the white house Northern california west coast to the d**h They call me 40 water, holy water on my chest From the hillside to crest they say my city is a mess One minute the babies born, next minute he laid to rest Law enforcement under staffed we put the police to the test A n***a die with two thumpers on him first time he wore a vest That's why [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm out here right where the knocks at Got the 40 Glock, co*ked in my jock strap Tinted windows round here, betta park that I don't play a put one in ya hard hat I'm two slick diggs quick to move When I get in a n***a's a** I got sh** to do Playa slash coach I call the shots And just like the roach I know all the spots I'm all in the attic and under the house I'll wake ya a** up with a gun in ya mouth I switch cabs, cars and buses Might work a neck brace or borrow some crutches I come through limpin, hoppin and bustin Can't find who I'm lookin for I'm poppin his cousin sh** gettin funky I'm the talk a the town Hits anything movin and knockin it down [Chorus] [Verse 3] Philmore rich what up 40 yeah Bang bang motherf**er this is what it is Reputation alone came by the hundred years Feds say we selling dope these n***as tellin jokes I'm a star n***as watch me through a telescope Rap sh** is easy shoot it like a free throw Opportunity knocking I'm watchin through the peep hole Product a the projects, popeye and the pirates I was only 9 introduced to the process Money being made that's why they hate me In the lab cooking looking like a bakery Fat n***a clean, lookin like a millions Good with my words give a b**h a good feelin Philmore legend speak to em like a reverend Try'na see a meal before a n***a go to heaven 3 storey is the game street cred the machine I'm a frisco ball so young dude move mean [Chorus]