Moving Up lyrics

Artist  : Paperboys 
Song : Moving Up



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[keith
cook]
hmmm...
yoou-hoou
yeah..

For
so long that things have been out of my
reach,
but now I've learned the game and I'm
playing for keeps,
yoou-hooou

yoou
hooou

[Vinni]
It's the philosophies of
possible cheese,
let's get some profit's from
these prophecies,
swapping some g's for DVD's,
oversees properties,
making sure the vocals
dropping on the keys properly,
get it popping
in this monopoly,
nobody stopping me, cause my
mission is set,
ain't got no listeners
yet,
peep the ignition, cannabis in
effect,
missing respect, my position is set,
and the conditions reflect
my coalitions when
we piss on cassettes,
yo I ain't dissing but
yo're slack, folks are falling for crap,
you
can't be serious, you call that rap? Sure that's
fat?
I bought it but I brought it back, I
can't afford a supporter-cap,
run recorders
till the mortar cracks, making daugters
clap,
game like a quarterback, with portable
facts,
Vagabond in orbital laps, absorbing the
map,
we moving till we on top
getting my
shit from the pawn shop
as soon as this
fucking song drops.

Refreng:
[keith
cook]
and we're moving on up, it's our time to
shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass it
round,
now I know you're hating on me
though
who knew that we was bout the dough for
show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me
I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon
me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me
though,
why me? coz only big dogs can
roll.

[kleen cut]
You're like an old
can of coke, buzz already dead.
Kleen Cut,
Paperboys, and it's over your head.
We fuck
making noise, live for dough.
Do a free show?
How I gon supply my ho?
She is high
maitainence, I got five fake friends
talking
all nice, but they don't make sense,
I've
never seen your face, but you wanna shake
hands
it's all good, got nothing but love for
fans.
Y'all like beast, use roars and growls,
forcing howls.
Kleen Cut never caused a
fowl,
get strict saying fuck you's with nouns
and vowels.
Never loose, so I don't need
towels.
I don't fold I'm pleased to
say,
get home write rhymes that seems to
pay.
You know the shit's over when you hear
that sound. *huh huh*
We moving up and you
just went down.

Refreng:
[keith cook
& Vinni]
we're moving on up, it's our time
to shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass
it round,
now I know you're hating on me
though
who knew that we was bout the dough for
show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me
I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon
me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me
though,
why me? coz only big dogs can
roll.

[kleen cut]
Ey yo, thinking may
hurt, don't do to much of it.
I'm Kleen Cut,
that's who you fucking with.
Crunk it up,
Y'all know y'all loving it.
You know what?
What you got, you're struck with it.
Yeah, you
ain't gon change at all,
while I just got
better, new name and all:
they call me
sharpshooter, Kleen-Eastwood, J-letter.
Nice
flow, who the fuck sounds
better?

[Vinni]
Shit I'm spelling to
cross elements, yelling like lost
elephants,
sell'em some force, tell'em of
course we floss elegance,
meddle with
boss-pelicans, secret intelligence
and I dwell
on my tours relevance, creeping through
settlements,
and I'm peeping on sleeping
residents, wake'em up
whoever's fronting, tape
him shut,
keep'em jumping, show them how to
make a cut.
These haters are fake as fuck, got
no problem burning my bridges,
they better
chill before we turn'em religious,
I ain't
earning no digits, ain't a happy man, still I'm
making it happen
the capitan, killing tracks
in front of clapping fans,
rappers like a
factory brand, we ship'em back to Japan,
they
can't fuck with this immaculate
scam!

Refreng:
[keith cook &
Vinni]
we're moving on up, it's our time to
shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass
it round,
now I know you're hating on me
though
who knew that we was bout the dough for
show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me
I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon
me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me
though,
why me? coz only big dogs can
roll.

Refreng:
[keith cook &
Vinni]
we're moving on up, it's our time to
shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass
it round,
now I know you're hating on me
though
who knew that we was bout the dough for
show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me
I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon
me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me
though,
why me? coz only big dogs can
roll.

unknown: siste verset?
unknown:
ja, alle skulle være med på siste verset,
ja.
unknown: hmm hmm
unknown: what's
enough!

JayJay: Shit man, I don't know
what the fuck we just listened to,
but that
was lot of bullshit, luckily I got the new
paperboys-tape.
You know what this is? I don't
even know what it's called,
but man it's funk
and fresh to the flesh! Live and direct on
your
radio, this is Jimmy Jupiter, check out
paperboys! Paperboys!