Movin' in Your Chucks

[Intro] Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks [Verse 1: Too $hort] We come through extra whylin And y'all love it, who don't like sex & violence You got a camera phone, send a picture and a text Fiends want dough, tricks want sex Bitches want dick, pimps want a grip Motherfuckers wanna know, when you gon' slip Man you rich, you still kick it in the hood? Sellin' coke, and fuckin' bitches real good? Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't innocent They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' women He don't want her, she's just a decoy You've gotta use her, you know hoes love the d-boy So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to work You want to save the hoe, so he took her to church These bitches slangin', lootin, hookin', recruitin' Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin', shootin' [Chorus: Too $hort] To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) Beotch! (Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks) [Verse 2: Kurupt] Have you ever seen fluent flow Well this is how you do it though Man I don't give a fuck Fuck it, how I ride slide in the bucket Trip, I told this nigga to hold his bitch Come equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch The bitch bomb, I think he in posession of mine Cause the bitch is tryin to put my dick on top of her mind I'm too G'd up to play games with bustaz Got somethin' to start trippin niggas lanes and bustin' I'm Gotti motherfucker, Chucks and T's Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams I don't really give a fuck about your hood my nigga I'm just tryin to make all bad good my nigga Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily I ain't trippin off these busta niggas bitches gotta pay me [Chorus: Too $hort] To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) Yeah beotch! [Verse 3: Xzibit] Always poppin' that shit like you want to But you don't say a fuckin' thing when I come through (Beotch!) I call the shot and somebody gon' touch you But you ain't even half a fag, nigga fuck you (Ya beotch!) Always talkin' 'bout what a nigga gon' do But you a hoe so nobody don't believe you (Yeah beotch!) Lightin' it up for the world to see The return of Mr. X to the Z, damn To my niggas in them Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats Hit a nigga so hard that his head gon' touch his back Dog set it off, motherfuck them haters I keep on pimpin' for my paper in my now or later {gators} Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart You better have you some heart, comin' out here after dark If you gon' start you must finish, nigga handle yo' business Because you spoke like a menace you got sent off to the dentist I don't be goin back and forth like, full court tennis We gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in sandals In a hospital robe, back of yo' body exposed I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes Because it's one for the hustle, two for transition For my brothers in position still cookin' in the kitchen [Chorus: Too $hort] To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators) And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks) Beotch! (Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)