Movin' on up Movin' on up Movin' on up Movin' on up Moving on up, you're moving on out Movin' on up, nothing can stop me Moving on up, you're moving on
Oversættelse: Beverly Hills 90210: The College Years soundtrack. Moving On Up [m Folk].
Oversættelse: M People. Moving On Up.
Oversættelse: Soundtracks (andre spor) soundtrack. Moving On Up [m Folk].
Oversættelse: The Full Monty soundtrack. M. People - Moving On Up.
Oversættelse: The Full Monty soundtrack. Moving On Up [m. Folk].
on the floor Yeah we work on the floor Don't stop keep it moving Put your drinks up Pick your body up and drop it on the floor Let the rhythm change your
'em like you don't need 'em and they ain't worthy of you Feed 'em the same shit you made me eat I'm moving on forget you, oh, now I'm special How I felt
type (I just can't explain this shit at all) Fall for your type (I believe in people like you) So who am I to judge you on the past, girl? I bet there
I just hate stupid people. They should have to wear signs that just say I'm stupid. That way you wouldn't rely on them, would you? You wouldn't ask them
Money, Cash Money Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna People say I'm borderline
jackers. I mothered you hos, I should claim you on my income taxes. Bobby Fisch in the flesh, taught by the great. So on my next move, I'm yelling checkmate
eyes I can still recall the first time Baby what a big surprise Looking like a silver angel Till I got a closer view Baby till I moved on to the wilder
? We gon' keep on dancin' 'til the sun comes up Whatcha, whatcha, whatcha, whatcha, what you say now? People at the party can't get enough Come now, come on, come on, come on now Come on
to I move in my own time Play this guitar anyway I want to I own it and the amplifier Everybody is getting tired Of pushing buttons on their radio Where
Puerto Rican, you can catch me in Paris I?m in it to win it, I'm willin? to carry The game, if you think I?m not look at the carriage Pop up clean up out of the Phantom The people
need people like me, you need people like me So you can point your fuckin' fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" So say good night to the bad guy, go on