I’m movin’ on up, to the south side
To a deluxe apartment a La Punta
I’m movin’ on up, to the south side
I finally got a piece of the Tlayuda
Dogs ain’t tied to a short leash
Plastic don’t burn in the hills
It took a whole lot a trying
Just to swallow some of them pills
But now I’m up in the fruit trees
Papaya & Mango out the back
A dozen dogs policing, A couple roosters cackling
There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that
Yes I’m movin’ on up, to the south side
With a maid and hot water, two-plus stories high
I’m movin’ on up, to the south side
I finally got a piece of the pie…
