[SPM]
Yo, yo. It`s all about these power moves, right,
(it`s all about these power moves)
Yo, think you understand what I`m sayin`
Ugh,
I need to relax, and take a 48 hour cruise,
Power Moves, I`m sorry but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we done paid our dues.
It`s not how I can, it`s how I choose.
The South done rule,
came up, out the blue.
I show hataz hell, and buy `em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn`t leave from around your crew,
they wouldn`t find you `till the year 2002.
I be countin` loot,
climbin` like a mountain boo,
in the land where dope fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene stackin` green.
While most men sleep we`re servin` fiend after fiend,
`86 breakin` bricks,
got hoes takin` tricks,
makin` hits, while I`m at Denny`s eatin` steak and grits.
Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera,
cuz ain`t no stoppin` a mutherfucking conqueror.
(Chorus)
Power Moves
Power Moves
Power Moves
(Bushwick: *laughing* Ay yo, haha!)
(Ay yo we got your turn over here, right?)
Power Moves
(we got my homie T, SPM in here)
[Bushwick]
Now it`s all about team work,
there`s enough to feed all on God`s green earth.
I re-verse the game not me first.
Niggas try to act killa but I seen worse.
Feet first so get a taste of our de-sert
eagle. Wet T-shirts. I hurt, people.
Eagle trip talkin` shit be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
You like the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
I push bricks,
fuck hoes under the cushions.
If there`s only one bitch, I bet she`s sucking two dicks.
SPM and Bushwick: true top fillas,
Mexican assassin and me, Jamaican killa.
Power`s the act performing e-ffective progress.
Remember that when you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, H-Town to ???
You got three wishes mutherfuckers make the best of it.
(Chorus)
Power Moves
Power Moves
Power Moves
Power Moves
(Bushwick: you wanna diss a Mexican? Fuck with us cuz)
[SPM]
Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
back when I took cities like, Cracklin.
The clash of the Titans, passin` my writin`
Boyz On Da Cut goin` faster than lightnin`.
My yellow hood`s right past the woods,
so every full moon I dance with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I`m through with that,
I just opened up the SPM School Of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south takin` over,
like when they mixed weed with a cup of baking soda,
Playin` poker,
Breakin` boulders,
Shake your shoulders,
Make you haters know this that your silly game is bogus,
Can`t control us,
We stay ferocious,
but lay the lowest, blaze a forest,
My brain`s in orbit,
and they adore us,
Great performance,
I`m playin` organs,
and pray the lord-es,
Kickin` like Bruce, takin` all this,
Now bring the Chorus.
(Chorus)
Power Moves
Power Moves
Power Moves
Power Moves
(Bushwick: AY! Y`all thought I was gone, right? *laughs*
I wanna say wussup to my mutherfuckin` homies
from L.A., to New York, to the Midwest, to the Durdysouth.
You know what I`m saying?
keep it real, keep it real, keep it real *fades out*)
Talkin` bout that Power Moves (starting after L.A.),
Talkin` bout that Power Moves,
Talkin` bout that Power Moves,
Power Moves,
Hey!
Power Moves,
Power Moves
