Tonedeff - Move In, Ride Out (Original Version) lyrics

[Chorus:] Get 'Em Up, Now, Gentleman, Wet 'Em Up Hit Em Up, Now Everyone - Move In Get 'Em Up, Now, Gentleman, Wet 'Em Up Hit Em Up, Now Everyone - Ride Out [V1] Yo, I hit em up with a bit of a touch Of atypical lyrical visual cinema When I set up in the thick of the rhythm I get em intox-I-cated Its not complicated I made this one of a kind Run of a rhyme, to stun or to blind, fly women from the front or behind If they stuck in the line, its something to find I ain't stubborn to spend, but this one brother been, hunting for dimes I pluck em in time, the second I get a chance to Hittin the backroom, in the mid of the song we dance through Bashful? Never That/ High Maintenance? Send her Back This track for the broke as f** cats that's with the better raps Seven women stacked in our laps Figured that we were prized with Kentucky Fried Chicken Dinner Packs Is it a fact? Oh yes indeed T successfully brings the best recipe [V2] Yo, we gonna play Rawhide all-night I'm bringing the broad pipe just to get your walls tight Never see it coming with your foresight Loving to leave ya' quadriplegic like a fall from 4 flights I'm more like the type to charm t he hell outta ya Why do ya' wanna a**ume I play you like a harmonica On to the next order of business Attraction happens in a fabulous simultaneous instant n***as know what blabbin about The second your mind reaches a dime piece, you be thinking of askin her out With the last of bit of doubt Taking the drivers position, never settle for the pa**enger route With an a** that's outlandish T-o-n-e can't stand it This woman even got me speak span-glish Baby Tu Eres Sexy! Forget It She wasn't feeling the charge like it was bad credit anesthetic No time for feeling pathetic When at the spot that's so hot, the liquor be getting tepid I'm sick of getting rejected already this evening My team's steaming cause I'm already fiending to be leaving Even now, that I be breathing loud I wasn't peeping how there was girl reaching out To take my hand, But when I turned Fate Commanded I'm left stranded - (co*k-Block) - I HATE THE MAN! [V3] It's Game Over, restart the system Beats spark & blister, whenever T drops the hits He tops your list, no stopping this Checking the sound for how loud it gets, got your pops knocking fists Against the wall, Hence the call for all Rappers that pretend to ball to commence to fall Eventually you will prolly be stalling for Mom To back that a** up, how juvenile of a brawl I'm suitable to beautiful tracks Due to the fact Im shooting to catch a cutie with back in 2 minutes flat Physically Rapture, what your mommy & daddy have manufactured Can it get any faster Leave it to Brendan Frazier to blast past Ya' Ask ya' dad man your mother be calling me a**master Raps are hazardous Tone is a belligerent pacifist, like a pastors fist But wait there's more, add the asterisk I ain't leaving the club until I got an a** to hit My plans for smashing get tarnished Cause there's nobody left in this piece to get it started And I don't flip for the typical harlot I'm finicky, never beggin your pardon Knowing I'm sprung whenever a certain part of my anatomy hardens I'm honest... dickin a chicken With an Elektra-magnetic figure a la Carmen goodness, gracious Tonedeff as nice as skies are spacious Vivacious…Knock a Hotty liable to fry some ice glaciers Rock hard bodies attached to nice faces Bras of high weight, or tall with tight waists Or Thongs that vibrate in all the right places Never hit up the bar for my tastes If you're less shy wasted than buy 9 cases Time is wasting I'm chasing the scattered a** Contemplating my chance of a latter pa** At the honey that was taken from me, snatched from my grasp That's it! I'm about to tackle the task So, I dash in the path of her man with a laugh Just to act natural plus she was mad bashful My rap flow canceled her plans, left her man surpa**ed Then I took her to tantra cla**, uh