Rashid Hadee - Watchin' My Moves lyrics

[Sample: ?] Got all of yall watching my moves W-w-w-watching my moves [Hook: Rashid Hadee] I got you n***as running and ducking And shucking and jiving I make it hot So high its nothing but fire Nothing but flame You're screaming like you can't maintain [Verse 1: Young Valentine] Picture me rolling, intensity growing I'm living and loving the moment Keep rocking this sh** I spit far above the phony n***as popping their lips Smoking my green leafy tree like a broccoli stick My crew, that's the clique My n***as is Thirteen My two shoes give yall the boot you was deserving Roll the windows down, vibe with the temple sounds Like Young Valentine and Rashid coming around pimping The smooth transitions showing cats the basics You guys ain't whack, you just musically tasteless Uncomfortable with it like (?) and new Asics We gonna time travel and fly to some new places I got a long list of women screaming come home While n***as fake onstage till them lights come on It ain't my fault but its part of the game Now they running and ducking Rappers they fake and they lame Watching my moves people [Hook: Rashid Hadee] I got you n***as running and ducking And shucking and jiving I make it hot So high its nothing but fire Nothing but flame You're screaming like you can't maintain [Verse 2: Young Valentine & Rashid Hadee] (Young Valentine) Nothing but fire, got the crowd with their hands up Me and my man plan across the land snatching grands up I get in your veins like IVs and anaestetic Like h**n its dope leaving haters sounding pathetic (Rashid Hadee) Pathetic the sounding (?) foulness Got me ready to set it I perfected the countless ways of bringing the phrase And moving the crowd We got whack emcees rapidly moving about (Young Valentine) Leaving crews with a pout from the mouth More heat than the south In South Beach, Miami, three hoes on the couch (Rashid Hadee) Chyeh, with full plans of laying 'em out You know how the Thirteen do without displaying a doubt (Young Valentine) I holler back like what you talking about I'm feeling the groove Popping the seal of my brews Breaking bread with the crew (Rashid Hadee) But even if it stops You'll be still in the mood Ignorant fools, s**as still watching my moves [Hook: Rashid Hadee] I got you n***as running and ducking And shucking and jiving I make it hot So high its nothing but fire Nothing but flame You're screaming like you can't maintain [Verse 3: Rashid Hadee] For real Its the heaven sent, never delicate No matter the sentence I'm the subject and the predicate n***as say the Thirteen is whack, but that's irrelevant Periodic cats couldn't tangle my elements I'm the answer before your b**hing mouth can question Especially if the question is who be dropping the better sh** But I'm hooked on rare joints never heard before You fake n***a I can tell you was a her before Was fronting like he was acting bad Yall n***as rhyme so p**y I probably find them on the back of a maxi pad I'm bringing it back to the days of the golden The pied minus the pipe, the mic is what I'm holding You n***as styles is stolen you knowing that you can't diss Watch me, I'm ahead of your time like your hand is [Hook: Rashid Hadee] I got you n***as running and ducking And shucking and jiving I make it hot So high its nothing but fire Nothing but flame You're screaming like you can't maintain (x2) Got all of yall watching my moves [Outro: Rashid Hadee/Skinny Kenny] Saved message Tuesday, March 30th 4:35 pm What up (?) this is Skinny Kenny I just wanted to let you hear something So I'm gonna leave it on the mail Yo Man what do you know, back to the same old sh** Moved a couple dime bags (?) I do a lot of sh** in my life but am I wasting my time Pick up a pen, turn on a light, man I can't wait to be signed From the one who brought you Skinny Kenny Here's the alignment Laugh now, cry later is the title I promise Haha, I'm tweaking, but anyway it go like Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see Hustle to stash a couple chips (?) Man its kinda funny but the world's a small place (?) Homie I'm knocking at the door, come and let me in I bet I sell ten million albums when the let me in I'm from a small city where all you got is a dream But Damn I'm tweaking Just call me when you get that sh** for real