DJ Envy - Move Like a G lyrics

[Intro: Red Cafe] Yeah! Shakedown! The Co-Op! [Chorus: Red Cafe] Move like a G supposed to, lame n***as don't hear me Fo' life I'm a be a soldier, stack chips on the daily Shorty get low on the flo', hands in the air right near me And when we come around, through yo' town, it's goin down, goin down [Verse 1: Red Cafe] Yeah! Been toatin (Yeah!) Hot! Cafe! Been smokin Knee deep in that water, been soakin Like my team be off Ex they been rollin Your j**els is wet, mine been frozen What I be sailin big look, Atlantic Ocean n***as speak my name like I wouldn't toast him Got my dick in his mouth, been chokin They love my style yep, I own them Do the sh** for rap, I been holdin I be nice to y'all n***as when R goes in Cafe, wake 'em up, when they dozin You a gangsta huh? Led it golden n***a f** the rap, let the fo' fo' ring! The boss is back, tell 'em I just flown in And I'm glidin b**h look, G folds in (What else?) [Chorus: Red Cafe] Move like a G supposed to, lame n***as don't hear me Fo' life I'm a be a soldier, stack chips on the daily Shorty get low on the flo', hands in the air right near me And when we come around, through yo' town, it's goin down, goin down [Verse 2: Styles P] Move like a G supposed to The toaster will hit him in his face while he drink his Mamosa Tell us who's close to that? The ghost is back Shotty on the shoulder strapped hauntin n***as And I don't f** around when the four in n***as I'm a ground ball, yeah I be tauntin n***as I'm a shoot 'em up, stomp 'em out, Yonkers n***a And anybody I beef with I conquer n***a Quick fast on him if he got cash on him Got a young bot that's thirsty to blast on him Old school P got his gloves and his mask on him I don't need a gun give him somethin to smash on him You got a little hawk I see somethin to slash I'm a be his teacher yeah if he got his math I got ideas big plans drive in the big van Want him in your town is I be big man, what [Chorus: Red Cafe] Move like a G supposed to, lame n***as don't hear me Fo' life I'm a be a soldier, stack chips on the daily Shorty get low on the flo', hands in the air right near me And when we come around, through yo' town, it's goin down, goin down [Verse 3: Uncle Murda] I got the whole B.K. pickin they llamas up (BANG!!!) They like it's on, Murda throwin the diamond up (I'm throwin it up!!!) Don't ask me if I'm beefin with them little guys (Don't ask me that!) That's old news I got a bigger fish to fry R.O.C. still runnin this rap sh** Everybody done fell off I don't know what happened I'm G.M.G. and R.O.C Can't front I got New York hittin back the police Look you don't need d** my music get you higher I make you feel Marlo from The Wire Get all your goons get your guns and go fire Make all them other dudes who be hustlin retire It's gettin hot, summertime comin up Murda got a record deal these n***as done f**ed up I'm a boost the crime rate (WHAT!) So if you don't really want beef with me, you better stay out my way [Chorus: Red Cafe] Move like a G supposed to, lame n***as don't hear me Fo' life I'm a be a soldier, stack chips on the daily Shorty get low on the flo', hands in the air right near me And when we come around, through yo' town, it's goin down, goin down [Outro: DJ Envy] DJ Envy! Red Cafe! The Co-Op! Move like a G! We doin that spot you keep that two two under your socks We movin like a G! The Co-Op! It's The Co-Op!!!