Quarashi - Make A Move lyrics

I come runnin when the beat starts. Ya'll kick it to me. Spitting out lyrics like a cross dressing dope fiend. Im working in, Im working hard for the best of it. Beating just the best of them but I want to get the rest of them. Im wrecking it. (Yeah!) I f** it up for the next of kin. Im kicking back with a blunt and a gla** of gin. You can't control me, Im the mother f**ing 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** Im a man on a missionary. Springing like a jackknife, quick to the rescue. You want to test me, you f**ing 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 a** and shake your breasts) 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** 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**. 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, were still the same. Mother f**er that are always on top in this game. Cause we got the craziest, f**ed 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** till it hurts yo. Freaks to the left of me, s**ers 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 Im always gunning. Im wicked, wild, f**ed and crazy. Full of sh**, 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 rectum. [Chorus] x 2 Booya! (I rock it hard, I rock it best) Booya! (Friday Night and break the test) Booya! (Shake that a** and shake your breasts) I guess those are the things that make me blessed!