Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - Move On

Intro:

(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,

Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.

Redman:

I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown

Im torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino

For black albino, Im like suicide on vinyle

The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose

And Im the, bombest rhymer, check my steez

My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mcs when they open

My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities

Im rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger

So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin to songs

When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes

Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map

Just by eye contact

Hook:

Dont get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on

"rock, rock on" - redman (x4)

Erick sermon:

Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?

Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)

Who be claimin to be the shit yall stop

Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image

Im stompin em the beast wompin em

Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground

I bes the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black

Techs

Somebody stop me Im smoking like mask

Shut your mouth, hes a bad, uh, like shaft

The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type

Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)

Huh, I take it to the streets, if you cant run up on my turf then get some

Cleats

I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, hes fuckin history

Hook (x4)

Passion:

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction

Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption

Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off its strain to maintain

They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me

I got a phd in funkology

You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics

The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics

Ive had it up to here, you niggas are in danger

You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america

They just aint ready for this, cause Im nice as shit

Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits

And whats goin on in your mind I can feel it

Tremors in the body has caused for the healin

Hook (x4)

Outro:

You know what Im sayin? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know

What Im sayin? ah, n-y-c streets is love, its hot in the summer, um,

Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin

This yall feel this. I feel you.

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Move On:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10708.html

Все тексты песен: Epmd
» Epmd - It`s My Thing *
» Epmd - Never Seen Before
» Epmd - Let The Funk Flow
» Epmd - Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2Mic Doc)
» Epmd - Jane 5
» Epmd - Rap is Still Outta Control
» Epmd - Rap is Outta Control
» Epmd - Im Housin
» Epmd - I Saw It Cummin
» Epmd - Im Mad
» Epmd - Its Time 2 Party
» Epmd - I Saw it Cummin`
» Epmd - Crossover
» Epmd - Last Man Standing
» Epmd - Strictly Business *
» Epmd - Who Killed Jane
» Epmd - Draw
» Epmd - You Gots to Chill `97
» Epmd - Imma Gitz Mine
» Epmd - For My People


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - Move On Intro: (laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor. Redman: I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown Im torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino For black albino, Im like suicide on vinyle The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose And Im the, bombest rhymer, check my steez My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mcs when they open My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities Im rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin to songs When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map Just by eye contact Hook: Dont get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on "rock, rock on" - redman (x4) Erick sermon: Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what? Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah) Who be claimin to be the shit yall stop Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image Im stompin em the beast wompin em Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground I bes the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black Techs Somebody stop me Im smoking like mask Shut your mouth, hes a bad, uh, like shaft The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up) Huh, I take it to the streets, if you cant run up on my turf then get some Cleats I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, hes fuckin history Hook (x4) Passion: Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off its strain to maintain They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me I got a phd in funkology You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics Ive had it up to here, you niggas are in danger You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america They just aint ready for this, cause Im nice as shit Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits And whats goin on in your mind I can feel it Tremors in the body has caused for the healin Hook (x4) Outro: You know what Im sayin? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know What Im sayin? ah, n-y-c streets is love, its hot in the summer, um, Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin This yall feel this. I feel you. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Move On: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10708.html Все тексты песен: Epmd » Epmd - It`s My Thing * » Epmd - Never Seen Before » Epmd - Let The Funk Flow » Epmd - Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2Mic Doc) » Epmd - Jane 5 » Epmd - Rap is Still Outta Control » Epmd - Rap is Outta Control » Epmd - Im Housin » Epmd - I Saw It Cummin » Epmd - Im Mad » Epmd - Its Time 2 Party » Epmd - I Saw it Cummin` » Epmd - Crossover » Epmd - Last Man Standing » Epmd - Strictly Business * » Epmd - Who Killed Jane » Epmd - Draw » Epmd - You Gots to Chill `97 » Epmd - Imma Gitz Mine » Epmd - For My People Рекомендуем скачать: » Розенбаум Александр - ЕСЛИ БЫЛО БЫ МОЖНО » Руслан Масюков (Фабрика звезд-5) - Fragile » Руки Вверх - Ну где же вы, девчонки » Роберт Александров - Я очень не люблю Александрова Рому... » Руслан Руф - Отступление о любви » РВСН - Ни слова о любви » Руслан Масюков (Фабрика звезд-5) - Целься точно » Рефлекс, Reflex - Не жалей о том » Рондо - Вселенная » Рената Олевская - Берёзка » Рок-острова - Рыжий остров » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РќРµ РћСЃС‚Р°РІР»СЏР№ РњРµРЅСЏ » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Рок-н-ролльно » РљР°Р±СЂРёРѕР»РµС‚ - Р‘РµСЃСЃРµСЂРґРµС‡РЅР°СЏ » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Пустите меня на планету » Рефлекс, Reflex - Дальний свет » Руслан Бажин - Снежная Королева » Руки Вверх! - Отель » Раиса Абельская - Мещанский романс » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Баня
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»