[Hook: Petey Pablo] I make moves I make moves I make moves I make moves [Verse 1: Petey Pablo] Started in the streets Came from the Gutter Little drug dealer making plenty of money Started selling dime's Then I moved up Started pushing twenty's cause ten's just wasn't enough Dabbled that a few years Had a lot a fun Switched up the game Left the petty sh** alone Time to get this major paper that I really want Took off my ? Put on a suit and let's roll Time to get it cracking somewhere I ain't known Ninety-five North, maybe Baltimore Got a bid Did a 1985, 86, Michael Jackson back slid in the same sh** again Cause the city was a lot bigger Made me a lot richer Then I got "locked up" And went to prison Stayed in there a few years And made my decision When I get out I'm on a mission [Hook: Petey Pablo] I make moves I make moves I make moves I make moves [Verse 2: Petey Pablo] Music was my first high Sung in the Church Choir Before I could even speak, I learned how to harmonize Watching the other guys With pa**ion in my eyes Wondering how mine gonna sound When mine come out Then I opened my mouth, something spilled out Then I looked around, I done drew a crowd Everybody bobbin' they head, baby I'm throwin' down Oh yeah, it's on now The way I'm going now No looking back for me I got up out my Ma's house And a few cars just in case we wanna ball out Cruise around the world till the gas run out Hit the station automatic window never rolled down We don't pump gas no more Tell them to come out Take this hundred dollar, fill it up if you don't mind Right back on the road hittin' cruise control Heading right back to wherever I was goin' [Hook: Petey Pablo] I make moves I make moves I make moves I make moves I make moves I make moves I make moves I make moves