W.A.L.E. - Keep It Moving Lyrics
[Hook: Ab-Soul and (Wale)]One time for my real niggas, yeah they *****in' with meYeah they *****in' with meTwo times for the fake niggas, y'all ain't *****in' with meThats the reason they ain't *****in' with me(One time for the real niggas, who *****in' with meYeah they *****in' with meTwo times for the fake niggas, they ain't *****in' with meThats the reason they ain't *****in' with meKeep it movin')[Verse 1: Ab-Soul & (Wale)]Now what's my name ho? (Soulo)Pretty please, no photosP.Y.T. my lady, Michael Jackson in the 80'sMoonwalkin' music legend, curly-headed Jay ZWale tell these niggas “Keep it movin'”(And I do so, no complainin'Perusin' in my zoomin' souped-out Coupe like I'm Bruce Wayne in hereNo stains in thisNo matter what handkerchief, they bang with us)Pirus and Locs confusin' folksThey ain't got the brain for usBe safe, my nigga(We all came from the same militiaOkay now things have picked upShit tough but I ain't gonna switch upTrick nah, niggas keep females, givin' free Chanel like cable lifta'***** all that label shit dawgWale you in a great position)Soulo, Soulo in the cut and I don't give a ***** like castrationLook deep inside yourself, I'm sure you'll feel my presenceI'm more spiritual than lyrical; that's my confessionOne time for my real niggasNew colorful ass, hunnit dollar bill niggas(Hugh Hefner doesn't haveThis plethora of women to stabAnd it's not a thingI got more game than Mattel niggaLet me tell you niggas decent advice:If you can book her, then I ain't read her rightGo see her tonightShit, I'll pay for your tele and get you a flightI'll be damned, a ***** is dreamy and I ain't give ‘em no pipe)Pipe dreams turn to overnight celebritiesI could walk on water, ***** your phony seven seas(***** nigga sellin' drugs)When I'm out here sellin' syllables to silly seventeen year-oldsThe greatest story never toldThe flow, patent like my black 11's thoughMy fantasy is Angelina mixed with Mrs. AngelouNiggas trap all week to try and meet the status quoIt's like Home Depot clearance man it's cheap to let them hammers goBang, bangBang, bang, Chief KeefThree hundred ways you can lay underneath yeeSix feet, whats that, three people?(Yeah nigga, shit's deepSqueeze, squeezeAll my young G's bumpin' Lil ReeseSay on the top, it's just us, niggaYou got Ciroc, it's alright, I know Puff, nigga)Bad Boy, Good luck, nigga(A couple women in here with no inhibitions would be clutch niggaIf you real, are you *****in' with that?I'm real Hip-Hop, is still runnin' the mapKeep it movin' huh)[Hook][Intermission: Wale & (Magazeen)]Pour my liquor up, roll me a JI'm in my zone, ***** with me, real niggaWha?Aye Magazeen(real nigga say, yeah, yeah)Hold thatIt's that motha*****in' groovy every blue moon tune-ageI want it to feel like some 90's shit nowAye Mag get me with that 90's flow[Verse 2: Magazeen]I got morphine in the street, when we steppin' in hereMakin' money, spot the papa, but it neva enough***** around and pass ti place, while ya just bite the dustReal niggas[Outro: Magazeen]Every blue moon, MMG, Wallaby, TDEWe keep it tweakin'Life pon the DashikiEvery Versace, take off the girls' dem pantiesLick her up, roll that JI'm in my zone, ***** with meReal niggas
