Motion Man - East West Hustlers lyrics

Yo wha**up kid? Yo every motherf**in year I spend $70,000 For a f**in picnic, 4th of July You motherf**ers come and eat up my sh**, now that's right b**hes too, bring your own f**in brown paper bag Get out my f**in yard Nah na not this year, I'm not f**in with motherf**ers I'm stickin n***as up, puttin 'em on the grill Charcoalin motherf**ers That's right [Kool Keith] I call up Motion, crank the pipes in the green Cutla** Stankhead roll, super fly spinner on gold Vogues From here to Texas playin Master P, in the Lexus Speakers and rearview, comin to, bangin through you Strippers that wiggle wind up, out them short pants And b**hes can dance here's yo' tip baby s** my dick That's on the Ampex reels, countin dollar bills Don't smoke no bit that weed man smell like sh** [Motion Man] I'm built for action, my hairy chest with gold chains Just smokes a fraction, and saves some for the brain My ostrich headband, playin ball Move upon the floor like I'm Allen, show my crossover now Cadillac the fifth wheel, six hoes in the back Keith packin the steel n***a how the f** you comin out with this scallywag? She ain't ridin in my Lub With that kitchen and that kinky perm, I belly rub her And take that other fat ho with the blubber, I roll like Daytons Very expensive for you ones on budgets, my name is Clifton Capital C-lift off, giraffe jacket Puma jeans, trout shoe, elk hat Yo rub my back 'til my penis bulge out of my slacks Be like a crook and stab you right up in your tuna and hug it I got the bait, five Cadillacs deep in yo' state Be like them Vogue tires, gold trim, I f**ed you you're fired [Hook: repeat 4X] [K] East West hustlers [M] We showin out [K] Bronx to the Bay-ay-ay [M] We showin out [Motion Man] You know how it is, I hear a noise and take my sh** straight to the shop n***a FIX MY sh*t and run it by eight o'clock Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-a** raw n***a Yo tell him you with Clifton, and Lady Jones clockin these figures You see we all connected My leopard spot drawers got infected I had a velvet condom, eagle socks, tyrannosaurus rex, turtlenecks n***as sweatin in a drop-top Vette, but it ain't mine [Kool Keith] 44 mag glove compartment and the plastic bag I come real with sh**, Bobby who you f**in with? You down South with the Klabman, close your f**in mouth I'm Lenny Jones, chewin steaks, y'all eatin chicken bones 4th of July them city boys come and start trouble Uncle Harold lightin a** with the double barrels Winchester sawed-off, blast a motherf**er's neck off We blow yo' leg off, the shirts and yo' whole head off We called the ambulance, paramedics in yo' progress My cousin Ricky, with jheri curls through yo' vest Double ocks catch crews out there in many spots Big boy Uncle Pete, down South hustler Go help Aunt Reese, you motherf**ers bring the mustard Chicken salad, don't f** with grandma layin on the palette Y'all take aim and rest, with liquor on yo' f**in breath [Hook] [K] I put the garbage out, get your a** out the bedroom [M] I tamed the monkey, squeezed the vocals up out the sparrow [K] Usin your tactics, your little speakers sound plastic Crossover samples, don't try to come, like you Rambo Get in yo' a** again, you get the real blast again [M] I leaned up on the curb and spilled some beer for my folks Took some tokes, Clifton, liftin s** my an*l, the baldheaded kid unclog yo' sh** like Drain-o [K] East West hustlers [M] We showin out [Hook]