Above The Law Flow On (Move Me No Mountain) lyrics
Artist
Above The Law
Album
Livin Like Hustlers
Song
Flow On (Move Me No Mountain)
Lyrics
[ Dr. Dre ]
Hey yo, check this out, yall
Since we almost at the last song
Wont yall kick some of that fly-ass gangsta sh**?
[ KM.G ]
Alright
Once again, a black nigga named KM.G
And now its time to drop some real pimpin sh**
Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers
Comin from U.S.C.
For those that dont know
Thats the University of South Central
So bless the 40oz.
Cautse his is somethin to jump on
Why, you can drink whatever
Like I said before, aint nothin changed but the weather
bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers
Hustlers beyond control
Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes
We was there when the pimpin sh** was put down
Yo, 187
(Whats up, man?)
Yo, this sh** is flowin
(Muthaf***in right, it is)
Yeah, lets take our time and do it the way a player would
(Alright)
Okay!
[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um and KM.G ]
Here we go, flowin on and on
Whats this were doin so well? Thats the name of the song
Lets break it down, were rollin nationally, clockin hoes
Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes
We dont need em, we know too many backstabbers now
In our face they say theyre with it, behind they back they put us down
And try to clown a player like me, 187 from Mona
And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners
I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L.A.
We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey
They sayin, Whats up, gees, tell me whats happenin
I heard youre clockin dollars, but youre still out there rappin
You should know, its my cash flow, now Im just hangin
With these beats called dope and these rhymes that Im slingin
That are so fly, we cant deny, we must reply
If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high
Off this sh**, its so legit, label it Chronic
Cause if our rhymes was a robot, theyd all be Bionic
Get up and get with it, if not, we feel were owin
Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin
[ Cold 187um ]
Yo KM.G, I think we got em locked on
See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player
So we gon do the next one like this, man
[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um and KM.G ]
People say we have such strange vocabulary
To find these words you need a underground dictionary
Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge
And to get this, boy, you see, you cant go to college
Now see, you gotta be around when the sh** goes down
Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down
Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasars
Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers
Thats why we got this rule: first come, first served
And if you dont know the meaning, just listen to the words
Im sayin, I dont be playin when Im housin the scene
I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend
But I take them off, its just because Im scrappin
But I put em back on as I commence to rappin
Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid
Take a bi*** to the mote, then get laid
Send her home with a smile, cause its worth her while
Shes to the homies how she did it and she went the mile
Im talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand
Cause Im a playin muthaf***a and Im in demand
So flow on
[ KM.G ]
See
Untouchable players in effect
Makin all the big pay-offs
Callin all the shots
Ballin
Punishin punk muthaf***as on the 12-gauges
I call on K-oss
Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners
Dopeness jumpin off
Gots to be platinum-bound
O.G. G-O, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer
A double-dose of the mega-flex
Like all you gees that think youre niggas with attitudes
You aint got it like that
Cause Ruthless done fixed that
(Hey yo, what happened to peace?)
f*** peace
Im outta here
Date Added
2006-01-16
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