Chorus

We be movin' on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside

Where i can do my bid in a fat ass crib in the sky

We be movin' on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside

And it looks like we're gonna get some cream from the pie

Right, right



Got to take some time to clear my mind

Don't want to think about the problems

Want to leave the west head up to the east side

The way is block i need to get by

Now life is a rocky road, on my shoulders got to bear the load

And if i'm wrong i'm letting you know to throw the negative

Thoughts overboard



Hey mamma dry your teary eyes cause,

I'm a do what i can do so we can get right by and-

If i fall down i'm a get on up and make another try

Up top i'm a find a place ain't gonna stop until,

I see the pretty smile on your face

So now you know, we be, we be, we be....



We be movin' on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside

Where i can do my bid in a fat ass crib in the sky

We be movin' on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside

And it looks like we're gonna get some cream from the pie

Right, right



You ain't fresh uh, uh, nah baby

Everybody wanna be a superstar baby

I ain't get the dough to act like i'm better than you

I just got things to do, oh lala, oui oui, freak, freak

You say you want trendy, you say you want sheek

And honey dips, rubbing on your money clip

Hanging on your place, boardwalk and park place

Acting all new look at you how youre living

Meanwhile your style is played out like racism

Me i'm fresh out of love is quite tragic

When all they want to do is inspect my gadget

And change a superman to clark kent

All for the sake of fake amusement

She said "what do you consider fun?"

You can get it, get it (consider yourself done)



We be movin' on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside

Where i can do my bid in a fat ass crib in the sky

We be movin' on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside

And it looks like we're gonna get some cream from the pie

Right, right



Being trying these rocky roads for so long

Still i can't hold on

I'm trying to make that door move on

Papa told me to stay strong

Time has come for that change

Here comes the sun, there goes the rain

Take that first up to tommorow

Laugh me, bring you joy to sorrow

Now i'm gettin' my eyes, i'm crossin' my tears

I'm movin' up and takin' care of my biz



We be movin' on up, (looks like we be movin up) to the eastside

Where i can do my bid in a fat ass crib in the sky

We be movin' on up, (la,la,la,la,la) to the eastside

And it looks like we're gonna get some cream from the pie

Right, right



Taken from the album "music from the motion picture sensless."


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