Move, move, move, away Why don't you move? I never said I'd understand Move away Move, move, move, away Why don't you move away? Move away Why don't you
m cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon
be prayin I fall Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin the
be gone for 4 months So why don't we just break it on off for 4 months She said boy if you leave you so nuts 'Cause Imma just move on And you gonna be
States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this [Ray Charles sample:] Georgia
Mister DJ won't you please play me a song? Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind
away. And I wish I was James Bond, just for the day. Kissing all the girls, blow the bad guys away. Roger and Shaun and Timmy and George and Daniel and
all-out count them out nigga Four, five, six, look at that boy Go together just like red black and green boy You lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George right
will make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe he dropped Now I'm moving on up to George
make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped Now I'm moving on up to George
» My years have been many my loved ones are gone And I miss them more every day I'm ready to move to that heavenly home And I yearn for the day
you wanna find me King george with the tech 9 standing right behind me Silkk and ed in the benz as the decoy And in the 5 lil ric and d-boy C-murder doing
be prayin' I fall Tellin' the feds, that I'm still cappin' the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin' the
president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this (Georgia
Weezy a piece of the pie, and You can ask George or Regina The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now [Chorus] We strivin home, I ride on chrome Listen homeboy move
Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor So jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete I'm never missin a beat (Never missin a beat) -- George
