Power Moves (Screwed Version)

[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.