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Roderick White
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Roderick White
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Lyrics
Moving like a gweedo
Pumping my fist got me moving like a gweedo
Moving like a gweedo
Pumping my fist got me moving like a gweedo
Moving like a gweedo
Pumping my fist got me moving like a gweedo
Everybody hit the dance floor, now, n-n-now, now, now
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Now do it
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
I'm in the club super croc this
Pumping like a gweedo
One more trigger blast out torpedo
With the DJ ain't right I'm here to straight to the booth
Till I pop this CD in and watch the club get loose
I'm in VIP I need old J and Grey Goose
Got a couple of broads with me
All haze get the Duce
I see squares in the back
And they holding up the wall
I just fold the money up and they watched the money fall, (yes)
Falling like a maniac, my body moving fast
Plus my legs moving slow 'cos I've this pocket full of cash (lets go)
Bad yella in there using, I'm must let her pass
No before I introduce my hand to her ass
Now I'm on that conjure anybody want a glass
Gets me drinking out the bottle like I'd never had class
Hold your pipe, every one having a blast
As we 'bout to be corrupt and I'd never met days
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Now do it
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Let's go
Is he about to go down
I'm cool with the clearer at the bull with the brown fist
Pumping in the club so you better clear the area
I think I'm the freshest mother shish in America
So rocking cranberry got me white boy wasted
Tell the bar tender send me twenty more cases
Slap ball up you should see them hate a spaces
All black diamonds but I swear I'm not a racist
Seven different fruit on the wrist, nothing basic
Feeling like a martian I'm higher than a spaceship
Somebody call the law, I need to go to jail
'Cos I'm first jay-walking in the club since twelve
'Cos I'm fist pumping hard, I ain't lying, 's what I do
And I'm screaming so loud I'm about to bust a vocal cord (Lets go)
Please somebody get me 'cos I'm about to pass out
Has she got the nerve to ex me while you got the cash out
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Now do it
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Let me see you pump your fist
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Now do it hey
Let me see you pump your fist
Until you break your wrist
Now move like a gweedo
Move like a gweedo
Let me pump your fist
Until you break your wrist
Now move like a gweedo
Move like a gweedo
Let me see you pump your fist
Until you break your wrist
Now move like a gweedo
Move like a gweedo
Let me see you pump your fist
Until you break your wrist
Now move like a gweedo
Move like a gweedo, hey
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Writer(s): Roderick White
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