Correction Lyrics On The Move by Tom MacDonald

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Yo what's good dude?
Hey man, just chillin', we at the studio, what about you man?
Oh you know

Now you see me, now you don't, Houdini
Too grown for rum and Coke, martini
Eyes poppin' out your head, Steve Buscemi
I do the math and it's good, Archimedes
Mr. Mac, ha, he know I'm on that Men in Black
Fresh Prince bullsh*t, comin' with that jazz
On the move like the first of the month, b*t*h

Red hat, red kicks, Magneto
Too grown for juice boxes, cappuccino
Pu**y rappers so high, high heels
I see things a little different, Tarantino
Mr. Mac, sh*t, something you have missed
Y'all are stunned by the double rainbow and get merked like rainbow six
I'm on the move copy that, I'm good for goin' in
(Never seen us coming, Black Ops montage, comin' out of Canada rockin' with the camoflague)
Ice cold!
You can't see us, D**k Tracy, black and yellow, black and yellow

You can never sun me, Pluto
I'm too big for you boys, sumo
I'm the leader of the pack, Rudolph
And I'm way above dull skies, uno
Mr. Mac, oh, I heard he is a a**hole
Artificial laugh on the face, bad joke
You Eddie Murphy in his prime, hilarious
I'm getting all types of pu**y, various
Too grown for sports cars, chariot
Mel Gibson for my type, patriot
Mr. Mac, yup, they said he doesn't give a f**k
Blunt smoke, dark shades, windows on the limo up
On the move but we underneath the radar
(On the move but I've never left the sofa cause I still got a full house)
Hard!
Have mercy, Curious George's dad, black and yellow, black and yellow

I'm the on the move, swervin' in the left lane
Girl on the left, girl on the right, but I'm gettin' left brain
You gettin' nothing, homie, all you got is bed stains
I'm always on the move, and then I'm home and then I'm gone again

Never know when he is coming or he's going
On the move so much there ain't no way of knowin'
Never stays in one place for too long, and he's movin' on
He's on the move, movin'
He's on the move, movin'
White pants, black belt, karate
White Peaks the fraternity, Illuminati
Bring a shell to your front door, tsunami
I'm getting pu**y, you don't understand punani
Mr. Mac, ugh, don't know how to act, ugh
Ruining the final moments on his own track, ugh
Huh, on the move

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