Mr 3-2 - Power Moves lyrics

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(feat. Big Pokey, D'Capo, Quest)

[Mr. 3-2:]

No more playing, a nigga on some grown folks shit

Big house big car, and a brand new bitch

I'm equipped to produce, whatever boys need

Had to broaden my horizons, in order to succeed

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

All that procrastinating, can't pay my rent

So I handle up, set my goals

Plot on a mission, in a minute heavy sold

Bolted down, put my plan in order

If it don't benefit, motherfucker don't bother

I'm a starter, nigga never rode the bench

Always took it all, when niggaz were in the ditch

Give an inch, and I'ma take ten yards

Hustle today, stack some'ing for tomorrow

By far, I'ma always get mine

Nigga day G, all about my grind

[Hook: x2]

(power moves), I pry to put in position

(power moves), man I'm on this mission

(power moves), can't make no mistakes

I'm a big old dude, gotta have a full plate

[D-Capo:]

I'm hungry like a hostage in Iraq, with a pistol

To his head, boy I need that bread

I'm bout to get fed nigga, like a pig eating slop

Every nook and crannie, I'm swallowing every drop

See me in a drop, with a 4-4

Tipping fo' 4's, sipping on fo' times fo'

I ain't never been a hoe, I'm power moves supreme

Your hoe got do', I'm in her face getting green

[Quest:]

I'm making power moves, ain't no time for a hour snooze

I'ma show you, why the cowards lose

I'ma show you how the rocks, and the flowers move

Keep the place treating they face, plenty powder to tool

Trying to see stacks, tall as Mutumbo

Couple pounds of weed, couple ki's stashed off in the condo

Busting heat tall, as Wade in one

So what it be if I don't get paid pronto, from my motherfucking

[Hook x2]

[Big Pokey:]

Power moves, dog I gotta get mine

When it come to my daughter, daddy got to get down

Ten toes on the ground, nuts touching the curb

Get your money fuck being broke, that shit for the birds

Everytime I look up, it's the first or the third

Don't call my phone, 'less you wanna verse or a bird

It's pimping over here, put your purse on the curb

So I could take the day off, streets working my nerves

I'm pulling tricks, from my sleeve out

First class when I leave out, chain make a nigga pull his ski's out

I want that four car garage, pulling the V's out

Now snatching car covers off, pulling 3's out

I want that to get money, I be trying to stay clean

My daughter'll caught flipping, until she get 18

I'ma mash for my dream, act a ass bout my cake

And every day that I awake'n, I'ma try to make some motherfucking

[Hook x2]