Hip-Hop
Six3hundred Crew composes of Allan Labad aka "skip", Kevin Alturas aka "knive", JJ Grandeza aka "j Jizzle". They all hail from diffrent part of the Philippines and they come to meet at their High School at Divine Word College of Tagbilaran and became close friends.
Lyrics
Title: Move Over
Artist: Six3hundred Crew
(J. Grandeza, K. Alturas, A. Labad)
Intro: (Knive and Skip on backround)
Whoa! Move Over
Move, move, move over!
(repeat 4x)
J Knuckles:
Hold up (what?) I can’t get what you sayin’
Is it right? What I heard, what you sayin’ (huh?)
You’re outta your mind, stop what you spittin’ (ssh!-ssh!)
Coz you don’t know who you dissin’ (mannn!)
You better know how to talk the talk and walk the walk
You got money but you ain’t got nuttin’ huh?
We came rollin’ down from south to bust
We 6-3 double 0, yeah! That’s us
Like we came to party not to get all beefy
Like sippin’ champagne and chicks beside me
We came dressed up and not to get messy
Like smokin’ smoke-smoke, ooh wee!
Like when the first time Bobby banged Whitney
Like when Bone thugs-n-harmony hooked up with Eazy
On a roll like Skip and Ingkee
You know what I’m sayin’ man
You get me?
Chorus:
Whoa! Move over
Go talk sh** now its over
Like a tickin’ time bomb we blow the damn place up
Better check the roof we got it all raised up
(repeat 2x)
Knive:
Back that up when you’re runnin’ your mouth
Ain’t got nuttin’ on me, ain’t got nuttin’ on the south
Talk shit when you really don’t know shit
What you know ‘bout getting’ it flauntin’ it
Six three double o never in slow mo
Star risin’ so fast like tru blu
You b**chin’ coz we makin’ noise from the bottom
You just mad coz we s**kin’ your girls bossom
We underground and we havin’ a ball
Ain’t f**kin’ filthy rich but we havin’ it all
We gotcha singin’ bang bang pop south man we don’t stop
Makin’ hits like this makin’ panties drop
Jump!, jump! Like criss cross
Ooh baby I like the way you floss
Wiggle to the left wiggle to the right
Got three things in chek to make it all right
(repeat chorus)
Skip:
Don’t mind my lifestyle, my steaze no fake styles
Matter of fact, I’m rappin’ dope rhymes
Now quit that, I don’t wanna waste my time
I’m just here for fun, man don’t let me make you run
Amma school you, not the other way around
Man you can’t touch me with your weak lines
Got it right? ( right?) Get a life! ( yeah!)
Six3hundred crew got this game locked tight (that’s right!)
Better act right b**ch you better recognize
(We’re from the southside we represent till we die)
Maaan I don’t know what you heard about me
I don’t care what you sayin’, b**ch please mind your business
I don’t step back on any battle, I don’t give up without a fight
I gots’ to let this b**ch realize
Who them dealin’, who’s the illest
Skip, Knive and J Knuck’
We get this muthuf**ka’ hot till we drop
(repeat chorus)
