Paperboys, Kleen Cut, Keith Cook - Moving up lyrics

For so long that things have
Been out of my reach
But now I've learned the game
And I'm playing for keeps ooh, ooh

It's the philosophies of possible cheese
Let's get some profit's from these prophecies
Swapping some g's for
DVD's overseas properties
Making sure the vocals dropping
On the keys properly
Get it popping in this monopoly
Nobody stopping me, cause my mission is set
Ain't got no listeners yet
Peep the ignition, cannabis in effect
Missing respect, my position is set
And the conditions reflect
My coalitions when we piss on cassettes
Yo I ain't dissing but you're slack
Folks are falling for crap
You can't be serious


You call that rap? Sure that's fat?
I bought it but I brought it back
I can't afford a supporter-cap
Run recorders 'til the mortar cracks
Making daughters clap
Game like a quarterback, with portable facts
Vagabond in orbital laps, absorbing the map
We moving 'til we on top
Getting my shit from the pawnshop
As soon as this fucking song drops

And we're moving on up
It's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and
We pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep
It's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll

You're like an old can of coke
Buzz already dead
Kleen Cut, Paperboys, and it's over your head
We fuck making noise, live for dough
Do a free show? How I'm gon' supply my ho?
She is high maintenance
I got five fake friends
Talking all nice, but they don't make sense
I've never seen your face
But, you wanna shake hands
It's all good, got nothing but love for fans
Y'all like beast, use roars and growls
Forcing howls kleen Cut never caused a fowl
Get strict saying fuck you's
With nouns and vowels
Never lose, so I don't need towels
I don't fold I'm please, d to say
Get home write rhymes that seem to pay
You know the shit's over when
You hear that sound (Huh, Huh)
We moving up and you just went down

And we're moving on up
It's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and
We pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep
It's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll

Ey yo, thinking may hurt
Don't do too much of it
I'm Kleen Cut, that's who you fucking with
Crunk it up, Y'all know y'all loving it
You know what? What you got
You're stuck with it
Yeah, you ain't gon' change at all
While I just got better, new name and all:
They call me Sharpshooter, Kleen-Eastwood
J letter
Nice flow, who the fuck sounds better?

Shit I'm spelling to cross elements
Yelling like lost elephants
Sell'em some force, tell'em, of course
We floss elegance meddle with boss-pelicans
Secret intelligence
And I dwell on my tours relevance
Creeping through settlements
And I'm peeping on sleeping residents
Wake'em up whoever's fronting, tape him shut
Keep'em jumping, show them how to make a cut
These haters are fake as fuck
Got no problem burning my bridges
They better chill before we turn'em religious
I ain't earning no digit's, ain't
A happy man, still, i'm making it happen
The Capitan
Killing tracks in front of clapping fans
Rappers like a factory brand
We ship'em back to Japan
They can't fuck with this immaculate scam

And we're moving on up
It's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and
We pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep
It's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll

And we're moving on up
It's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and
We pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep
It's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll