Made Men – Keep It Movin' lyrics

We be the type that like to hang out
(We like to hang out)
We like to bang out
(We like to bang out)
And keep it movin'
(We keep it movin' yo)

We be the type that like to hang out
(We like to hang out)
We like to bang out
(We like to bang out)
And keep it movin'
(We keep it movin' yo)

It's all about money, weed, gunz and drugz
Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs
Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin' meat
Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats

Riddin' shotgun, S-class 3 thou Sedan
Benzo, playin' Nintendo with my man
Flosin', spittin' my game at the bar
Tropical, kickin' tall, doll with a parasol

Street elegant with a relevant style
Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau
Executive jet, first class, sip the moet
Turn the hands back, three hours on the Rolex

East coast to west coast return to the future
From Boston to Cali smokin' high times Buddah
Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lamborghini SV Coupe Deablo
Pablo, show me the stash with the cash

Or I blast, stain your pro wood frame glass
I'm prouder than four point zero, the pan or leer-o
'Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio
I'm sittin' in the lap of luxury

But I'm still spittin' caps for thugz
Who be plusly livin comfortbly
Cigar handlings be Cuban
Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion

We be the type that like to hang out
(We like to hang out)
We like to bang out
(We like to bang out)
And keep it movin'
(We keep it movin' yo)

Yo, drop the top on the whip
Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want trip
Tryin' to keep a low profile like parole
While I'm bumpin', Sony surround sound Makaveli

We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino
Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino
Thug niggas elevatin' the art of livin' well
What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell

Keep it movin', you know the MO or catch a demo
On how we flip up the whole fuckin' tempo
Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road
You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes

Iced out medals, usually count fouls
To a hundred, up all night gettin' blunted
Roll around in a six hundred, on twenty inch nickel
Got your wife all on my pickel

Backseat swingin' heps up in my jeep
The watercraft do a world class cobra retreat
That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach
She wanna freak in a two piece smellin' on peach

Scuba divin' in the blue waters of Aruba
Flowin' palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga
Credibility street provin', that's why I got to keep it movin'

We be the type that like to hang out
(We like to hang out)
We like to bang out
(We like to bang out)
And keep it movin'
(We keep it movin' yo)