MADE MEN

MADE MEN - Keep It Movin' lyrics

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[Chorus]

We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out)

We like to bang out (We like to bang out)

And keep it movin (We keep it movin yo)

[repeat]

[Verse 1]

Its all about money, weed, gunz and drugz

Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs

Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin meat

Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats

Riddin shotgun, S-class 3 thou Sedan

Benzo, playin Nintendo with my man

Flosin, spittin my game at the bar

Tropical, kickin tall, doll with a parasol

Street elegant, with a relevant style

Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau

Executive jet, first class, sip the moet

Turn the hands back, 3 hours on the Rolex

East coast to West Coast return to the future

>From Boston to Cali smokin high times Buddah

Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lambergini SV Coupe Deablo

Pablo, show me the stash with the cash

Or I blast, stain your pro woodframe glass

I'm prouder than 4 point zero, the pan or leer-o

Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio

I'm sittin in the lap of luxury

But i'm still spittin caps for thugz who be plusly livin comfortbly

Cigar handlings be Cuban

Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion

[chorus]

[Verse 2]

Yo, Drop the top on the whip

Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want trip

Tryin to keep a low profile like parole

While i'm bumpin, Sony soround sound Makaveli

We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino

Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino

Thug niggas elevatin the art of livin well

What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell

Keep it movin, You know the MO, or catch a demo

On how we flip up the whole fuckin tempo

Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road

You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes

Iced out medals, usually count fouls

To a hundred, up all night gettin blunted

Roll around in a 6 hundred, on 20 inch nickel

Got your wife all on my pickel

Backseat swingin heps up in my jeep

The watercraft do a world class cobra retreat

That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach

She wanna freak in a two piece, smellin on peach

Scuba divin in the blue waters of Aruba

Flowin palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga

Credabilty street provin, thats why i got to keep it movin

[chorus]

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