Artist: South Park Mexican f/ Bushwick Bill (Geto Boys) Album: Power Moves: The Table Song: Power Moves Typed by: eddiearaiza@onebox.com, no1wammy@hotmail.com [South Park Mexican] 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' Uh [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I need to relax, I 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'll rule Came up Out the blue I show haters hell And buy 'em flowers, too If I was you I wouldn't leave from around your crew They wouldn't find you til the year 2002 I'll be countin' loot Climbin' like a mountain boot In the land where dope fiends play the glass flutes Off in the night, at the scene stackin' green While most men sleep, we servin' fiend after fiend '86, breakin' bricks Got hoes takin' tricks Makin' hits While I'm at Denny's, eating steak and grits Bring the noise to you boys Feel my Hillwood Opera Caise ain't no stoppin' a motherfuckin' conqueror Hook: Russell Lee Power, moves Power, moves Power, moves Power, moves [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] Now it's all about teamwork There's enough to feed All on God's green earth I reverse The game, I be first Niggas try to act killer, but I seen worse Flee first, or get a Taste of our dessert/desert Eagle Wet T-shirts, I hurt People Ego trip talkin' shit be irrelevant HA HA You like the smell of shit, you lack street elegant I push bricks Fuck hoes all on the cushions If it's only one bitch, I bet she's suckin' two dicks SPM and Bushwick True top fillers Mexican assassin and me Jamaican killer Power's the act performin' effective progress Remember that when you see our six hundred topless Third coast H-Town, the third testament You got three wishes, motherfucker, make the best of it Repeat Hook [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] Call me Papa Trump Or Daddy Mack 10 Back when I took cities like Cracklin A clash of the Titans, passin' my writin' Boyz On Da Cut, goin' faster than lightnin' My Hill-a-hood's right past the woods So every full moon, I dance with wolves Used to fool with crack Now I'm through with that I just opened up the SPM School Of Rap Jump for joy, H-Town The south takin' over Like when they mixed weed with a cup of baking soda Playin' poker Breakin' boulders Shake your shoulders Make you haters know this, that your silly game is bogus Can't control us We stay ferocious But lay the lowest Blaze a forest My brain's in orbit And they adored us Great performance I'm playin' organs And pray the Lord's, Kickin' like Bruce, takin' all this Now bring the chorus Repeat Hook [Bushwick Bill] Ay Y'all thought I was gone, right {*laughing*} I want to say what's up, my motherfuckin' homies from L.A. To New York To the Midwest To the dirty south Naw what I'm sayin' Keep it real (Keep it real...) [Russell Lee] Talkin' 'bout them power moves Power moves Hey! Power moves Power moves