Xzibit movin' in your chucks ft. too $hort & kurupt Lyrics

(feat. Kurupt, Too $hort)

Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks

[Too $hort]
We come through extra whylin
And y'all love it, who don't like s__ & violence
You got a camera phone, send a picture and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks want s__
b____es want d___, pimps want a grip
m_________ers wanna know, when you gon' slip
Man you rich, you still kick it in the hood?
Sellin c__e, and f___in b____es real good?
Don't let 'em fool ya, these b____es 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 b____es slangin, lootin, hookin, recruitin
Work the credit cards, stealin, cookin, shootin

[Chorus: Too $hort - repeat 4X]
To all my pimps (sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)

[$hort] Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)

[Kurupt]
Have you ever seen fluent flow..
Well this is how you do it though..
Man I don't give a f___..
f___ it, how I ride slide in the bucket
Trip, I told this n____ to hold his b____
Come equipped but don't trip, n____ mold his b____
The b____ bomb, I think he in posession of mine
Cause the b____ is tryin to put my d___ on top of her mind
I'm too G'd up to play games with bustaz
Got somethin to start trippin n____z lanes and bustin
I'm Gotti m_________er, Chucks and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams
I don't really give a f___ about your hood my n____
I'm just tryin to make all bad good my n____
Got gators for the pimpin, Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin off these busta n____z b____es gotta pay me

[Chorus]

[$hort] Yeah beotch!

[Xzibit]
Always poppin that s___ like you want to
But you don't say a f___in thing when I come through (beotch!)
I call the shot and somebody gon' touch you
But you ain't even half a f__, n____ f___ you (ya beotch!)
Always talkin 'bout what a n____ 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, d___
To my n____z 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 n____ so hard that his head gon' touch his back
Dog set it off, m_________ 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, n____ 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 - 2X]

[$hort] Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)