Fes Taylor - Move Girl Lyrics
f/ Kevin Lyttle, Mr. Prezident, Specman[Mr. Prezident]A party ain't a party, less the Gove up in itMe, Specs, Fes, Fantom, roast the spinachHat low, scrap, Yankee fittedYou can tell I'm a pimp, how I yank these chickensI'm in 7-4-5, on 25'sI ain't gotta buy it, all I gotta say it's minesWhat's really good, let's take a rideStop playing, get your ass inside[Kevin Lyttle]Said take me to club, pretty girls surrounding meLike deep water, they be drowning meOne girl, that's sexy as can beHad to holler, and let her know that seeBurning it down, when she turn it aroundMake me wanna tell the whole world, people applaudSo I can never in ya life, get a dance beforeBaby work it when you hitting the floor, let me see you[Chorus: Kevin Lyttle]Wind, wind, like a topShake it like milk, don't let it dropTwirl, girl, break it inBack it up, spin around, then do it againYou gotta move girl, rock ya body, andMove girl, it's your party, soMove girl, hold your body, andMove girl...[Kevin Lyttle]Tell me how many dudes got a sexy mamaNuff attitude and crazy dramaGod damn moves that make you wantaPlant them seeds, just like a farmerPlus you back it up like a damn truck, yes you canThen you feel like like a rump jump, yes you canThen she coming, can she act up, yes she canI only have on question more, to you can she[Specman]Let me see you run to the back, who fussing with thatI front with a stack, ah hunk that, pump the back of the Ac'In back of the map, who next down, so pass it the trapHungry head hitters, off for the stacksWhose head will be catched, whatever we snatch, ain't really by the batchLight a match, ignite the best yackIt's Specs, I'm in the bridge view, looking for sexOne fifty, want recks, step wets with DeckWho next?[Fes Taylor]Ma, wind ya body, girl, my g-type, get ya mind & bodyGrinding a hotty, you knowSomething sexy, I can find in a partyTwo drinks, one Hennessey, and Lime BacardiAs a kid, wanted simple things, buying Atari'sI'm a grown man, I drive a FerrariLight up a Marley, Taylor still pull up on Todd G.And I don't gotta take up the car keys, S.G.[Chorus][Hook: Kevin Lyttle]I just wanna take you the club, get you on the floorWatch you back it up, take you to the barLet you get a sip, take you the carMove it to the crib, what you wanna do?
