Ay Blaq
Wassuup
You know a lotta people be wondering what we do everyday you know what i'm sayin'
T's damn right
Early in the morning I roll me a joint, think about my business keep my game on point.
Brush my teeth, comb my hair, try to figure out what clothes to wear.
Roll down the bend, hit the gym, can't be a little skinny punk like him
Play a little while, hit the showers, hit the studio for a couple of hours.
Bust some beats, bust some rhymes, folks in the hood smokin' dubs and dimes
Go to the store get me a forty
Smoke a fat bowl with Darrell and Jordy
Look at the ceiling before i grab my pen
Damn, we bout to do it again
Rap about shit everybody can feel, cats in the hood know we keeps it real
I keeps it real, i don't lie
She won't let me fucc
Because i got high
Bacc to school, Afroman is a fucking fool
BIAATCH
Make tight albums, go on tour
Housekeeping keep knocking on the door
Whooped out my dick, told her come on in
Bitch never ever came back again
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Stay high, stay drunk and keep groovin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Stay high, stay drunk and keep groovin'
HUSTLAA!
Oh bitch i know it's check out time but i ain't checkin' out till i smoke a dime
Smoke all in the damn hallways, smelled like marijuana all day.
Went to the truck, shocking and jiving
Four hour trip, two and me drivin'
Hundred miles per hour, holding it tight
All slow traffic please keep right
Writin rhymes to a PoBoy beat
Smoking marijuana in the passenger seat
Next thing you know my song is done
Never thought a road trip can be this fun
At the gas station people starin' like hell
But i didn't really care
I was on my sale
I got some candy and a couple of sweets
Hopped in the truck with a gangsta beat
Hit the city limits, hit the hotel
Take a quik nap wake up and bail
Go to my show, bust my flow
Hit the bartender and collect my doe
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Stay high, stay drunk and keep groovin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Stay high, stay drunk and keep groovin'
BUCCOOOCCC
Ay keep that blunt movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin
Stay high, stay drunk and keep groovin'
Beautiful women yelling and screaming, while i'm dreaming this whole
(?)
Can't figure out who's the horny broad, yeah, if you serious, here's my card.
They all on me like they're feelin' me, man, these broads be killin' me
Are you serious? Are you teasin'? Are pleasin'? Are you skeesin'?
Condoms, superglue and duct tape
Video cameras, bitch, don't be a rake
If i can't get the snatch, i'll leave the batch cos' she's a lost suit egg just waiting to hatch
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' cuz, keep it movin
Ay Blaq, i was driving my car and i was drunk you know what i'm saying, and i seen a traffic cop, you know what told me?
She said
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' dawg, keep it movin'
Ay man, i was in jail you know what i'm saying
And i was talkin' to my homeboy in the hallway
And the sheriff tapped me on my shoulder, you know what he told me?
He said, aye, man, uh
Keep it movin' nigga, keep it movin'
Keep it movin' nigga, keep it movin'
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH BIATCHH
Writer(s): Joseph Foreman
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