The Movement

[Chorus] Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down Feel it in your trunk, let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down (Yeah) Feel it in your trunk (Yo), let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down [Verse 1] Scramble for cheese, MC's And actors, with no fear factor I'll rap you the rapture Turnin' strawberries into Cleopatras Attach your brain With words of love and pain Fuck Above the Rim, I'm above the game Getting hugs from dames When I don’t even know their name,  Just seen what flick they was in As the world and the DJ spins Hittin' Cranberry Blends Girls in the club with they friends, lookin' for men Dancing with each other Intrigued by the chance that they love us Brothas in my ear, talkin' 'bout they got tracks Sistas in my ear, talkin' 'bout they got Black– Movements for me to move with Bad breath mixed with music It's good times, so let me use it, yo yo [Chorus] Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down Feel it in your trunk, let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down Feel it in your trunk, let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down [Refrain] Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break The hustlers hustle and the shakers shake Let the poppers pop, the breakers break The hustlers hustle and the shakers shake Let the poppers pop (Uh) the breakers break The hustlers hustle (Yeah), and the shakers shake Let the poppers pop (Yo), the breakers break The hustlers hustle (Yo...) and the shakers shake [Verse 2] The aesthetic is Ultramagnetic B-Boys sweat it – off Pimps with their hats feathered, set it – off Raw, like footage, with no edit In the club, at the bar, Pro-Ked'ed With my guy who got the block locked and dreaded I rap, I'm expected to be cheddared This chick rockin' a fur, like she want me to pet it Better move, somebody should've fed it The mood ghetto, yet eclectic Mellow, but yet festive Minds molested by music Good times defused with bud smoking Speakers run notes, thugs quote their favorite rap song Mind too Black and too strong to song and dance We advance To where it don’t stop The pure Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hippa-hippa-ippa-ip–yo, yo…) [Chorus] Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down Feel it in your trunk, let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down Feel it in your trunk, let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down Feel it in your trunk, let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down Hands up in the air, ain't no standin' there We gon' move, and let's all get down Feel it in your trunk, let your system thump Yo, people movin', let's all get down [Refrain] Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break The hustlers hustle and the shakers shake Let the poppers pop, the breakers break The hustlers hustle and the shakers shake Let the poppers pop, the breakers break The hustlers hustle, and the shakers shake Let the poppers pop, the breakers break The hustlers hustle, and the shakers shake