Movin’ in Your Chucks lyrics

[Intro]
Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
We come through extra whylin
And y'all love it, who don't like sex & violence
You got a camera phone, send a picture and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks want sex
b*tches want di*k, pimps want a grip
Motherf*ckers wanna know, when you gon' slip
Man you rich, you still kick it in the hood?
Sellin' coke, and f*ckin' b*tches real good?
Don't let 'em fool ya, these b*tches ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' women
He don't want her, she's just a decoy
You've gotta use her, you know hoes love the d-boy
So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to work
You want to save the hoe, so he took her to church
These b*tches slangin', lootin, hookin', recruitin'
Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin', shootin'

[Chorus: Too $hort]
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Have you ever seen fluent flow
Well this is how you do it though
Man I don't give a f*ck
f*ck it, how I ride slide in the bucket
Trip, I told this n*gga to hold his b*tch
Come equipped but don't trip, n*gga mold his b*tch
The b*tch bomb, I think he in posession of mine
Cause the b*tch is tryin to put my di*k on top of her mind
I'm too G'd up to play games with bustaz
Got somethin' to start trippin n*ggas lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti motherf*cker, Chucks and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams
I don't really give a f*ck about your hood my n*gga
I'm just tryin to make all bad good my n*gga
Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin off these busta n*ggas b*tches gotta pay me

[Chorus: Too $hort]
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
Yeah beotch!
[Verse 3: Xzibit]
Always poppin' that sh*t like you want to
But you don't say a f*ckin' thing when I come through (Beotch!)
I call the shot and somebody gon' touch you
But you ain't even half a fag, n*gga f*ck you (Ya beotch!)
Always talkin' 'bout what a n*gga gon' do
But you a hoe so nobody don't believe you (Yeah beotch!)
Lightin' it up for the world to see
The return of Mr. X to the Z, damn
To my n*ggas in them Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe
A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats
Hit a n*gga so hard that his head gon' touch his back
Dog set it off, motherf*ck them haters
I keep on pimpin' for my paper in my now or later {gators}
Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you some heart, comin' out here after dark
If you gon' start you must finish, n*gga handle yo' business
Because you spoke like a menace you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin back and forth like, full court tennis
We gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in sandals
In a hospital robe, back of yo' body exposed
I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes
Because it's one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position still cookin' in the kitchen
[Chorus: Too $hort]
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
To all my pimps (Sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (Gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)
Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)