Daniel Gonna move on up a little higher Gonna meet the Hebrew children Gonna move on up a little higher Gonna meet Paul and Samuel Gonna move on up a little higher
move up a little higher Gonna meet the Hebrew Children I'm gonna move up a little higher Gonna meet Paul and Silas I'm gonna move on up a little higher
Translation: Mahalia Jackson. I Will Move On Up A Little Higher.
Translation: Mahalia Jackson. Move On Up A Little Higher.
boys cool, me I'm on fire Know whats on my mind, tryna see whats on yours tonight tonight, tonight Move slow, cause you wanna live fast Up late so you probably skip class Life is a
Down there like a butt Black and white, mixed like a mutt Imma frustrate Imma pimp walking with a limp Got her to a pinch in my pants I've got her in a clip held by a
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
I'ma put it down Buckle up; I'ma give it to ya stronger Hands up; we could go a little longer Tonight I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby
off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up three buttons on her
stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin, touchin a knot You
A grown woman, good I got my house paid up and I'm all made up and And when you see me in my dress and good shoes People looking at her move your lips
't speak much,I save my words for wax I just wanna make a little point in this song With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on Till the break'a
streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster
and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips Now its on, on site, if I see you
that makes you think before make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' just to prove That I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time But one L.A
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end up
heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slutted It's a high number Name a nigga under The same sky
