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red cafe - move like a g lyrics

[intro: red cafe]
yeah! shakedown! the co-op!

[chorus: red cafe]
move like a g supposed to, lame n-ggas don’t hear me
fo’ life i’m a be a soldier, stack chips on the daily
shorty get low on the flo’, hands in the air right near me
and when we come around, through yo’ town, it’s goin down, goin down

[verse 1: red cafe]
yeah! been toatin (yeah!)
hot! cafe! been smokin
knee deep in that water, been soakin
like my team be off ex they been rollin
your jewels is wet, mine been frozen
what i be sailin big look, atlantic ocean
n-ggas speak my name like i wouldn’t toast him
got my d-ck in his mouth, been chokin
they love my style yep, i own them
do the sh-t for rap, i been holdin
i be nice to y’all n-ggas when r goes in
cafe, wake ’em up, when they dozin
you a gangsta huh? led it golden
n-gga f-ck the rap, let the fo’ fo’ ring!
the boss is back, tell ’em i just flown in
and i’m glidin b-tch look, g folds in (what else?)

[verse 2: styles p]
move like a g supposed to
the toaster will hit him in his face while he drink his mamosa
tell us who’s close to that? the ghost is back
shotty on the shoulder strapped hauntin n-ggas
and i don’t f-ck around when the four in n-ggas
i’m a ground ball, yeah i be tauntin n-ggas
i’m a shoot ’em up, stomp ’em out, yonkers n-gga
and anybody i beef with i conquer n-gga
quick fast on him if he got cash on him
got a young bot that’s thirsty to blast on him
old school p got his gloves and his mask on him
i don’t need a gun give him somethin to smash on him
you got a little hawk i see somethin to slash
i’m a be his teacher yeah if he got his math
i got ideas big plans drive in the big van
want him in your town is i be big man, what

[verse 3: uncle murda]
i got the whole b.k. pickin they llamas up (bang!!!)
they like it’s on, murda throwin the diamond up (i’m throwin it up!!!)
don’t ask me if i’m beefin with them little guys (don’t ask me that!)
that’s old news i got a bigger fish to fry
r.o.c. still runnin this rap sh-t
everybody done fell off i don’t know what happened
i’m g.m.g. and r.o.c
can’t front i got new york hittin back the police
look you don’t need drugs my music get you higher
i make you feel marlo from the wire
get all your goons get your guns and go fire
make all them other dudes who be hustlin retire
it’s gettin hot, summertime comin up
murda got a record deal these n-ggas done f-cked up
i’m a boost the crime rate (what!)
so if you don’t really want beef with me, you better stay out my way

[outro: dj envy]
dj envy! red cafe! the co-op! move like a g!
we doin that spot you keep that two two under your socks
we movin like a g! the co-op! it’s the co-op!!!

- red cafe lyrics

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