Clipse - Move (Remix) lyrics

[Intro - Kardinal Offishall] OH! ah yagga yo! Yeah!! Damani! Clipse! Kardinal Offishall! Clinton Sparks where you at?! Remix!! [Chorus - Clinton Sparks] A dude like me got money to burn Wit a B like me you better wait your turn Go get your ho, don't ask for mine And just move your a** to back of the line Move your a** to back of the line (BO!!) Move your a** to back of the line (BO!!) Move your a** to back of the line (BO!!) Just move your a** to the back of the line (BO!!) [Verse - Kardinal Offishall] Yo! Clipse, Damani and - Mr. Kardi Come to flip the remix to rock rock the party and We keeps it Offishall now 2004 sound, still a G for a pound As you inhale the contraband We stay VIP without the wrist bands! Damani going goal wit out the Cris man Mr. Kardinal, wack n***as eat a dick man [Verse - Pusha T] Cali for the weekend, sinking low In a 6-4 Impala wit the insides stinking Reeking of dro, hazards blinking Sunset stroll and got them Valley hoes winking So little time, so much to do Bar Fly stays open till a little past two Bouncer at the door must have a lot to prove Cause that Bar Fly line stretch into the Viper Room I breathe that, switch my strut I'm inside now co*ky as f**, how would you be? Wit the hottest album of the year And these Ashton Cuts in your ears, try to relate young'n She caught my attention, she hintin to the floor We grind a bit now we inchin, to the door Trying not to fall, you know what happens after last call! [Chorus] [Verse - Damani] Jump out the West Coast just ask Snoop and Dre? Move those ropes, move that list Move lil bouncer man, I came to spit Cris I'm so Inglewood wit it, the way I spit it it's real It's like y'all know I had to live it No lie, I ain't in the club wit a suit and tie I'm in the club wit a group of five I might be a lost promise or somethin, frontin Talkin to somethin at the bar, she keep askin bout my car She said she seen me pull up in valet Wit something in the pa**anger side resembling Halle .. Cali - Representative Don't get close to my whip, the alarm is sensitive Yeah, sick flow, six 0 0 Wit the steering wheel in the same side as the pa**enger door Foreign floss, Kurupting girls that come at me Wit that lil Earth nature floss I take 'em out they poetry readings Get 'em to the Sunset Room for the rest of the evening I make 'em change their ways Have 'em cutting their dreadlocks off for some extension braids [Chorus] [Verse - Malice] Cats ain't got a clue as to what real cash is Each of my neighbors is doctors and actors They wanna know bout the kid who hat backwards Whose backyard look like it's a scene from the Masters And what I know about a 9 Iron? The only iron I know was the 9 I was firing Now everywhere I look, it's me they're admiring 30 years in age, contemplating retirement Could it be the j**els or the drop? Crib so huge that I call it Camelot Or could it be that 50 karat watch Or me on the red carpet cooling wit Carrot Top Trust me young'n I will show you the meaning In that Porsche 911 wit the engine screaming 50 grand don't even feed my demon My life's like a fairy tale, pinch me I'm dreaming [fades out]