Swing It Over Here

Исполнитель:
Erick Sermon
Просмотров:
143,980

Добавить в закладки

589

Мне нравится

Текст, перевод и аккорды “Swing It Over Here”
"kick it over here baby pop!" Chorus: murray, sermon, others [km] swing it over here! [all] yo swing it over here! [km] swing it over here! [all] cmon swing it over here! [km] yall swing it over here! [all] yo swing it over here! [km] come swing it over here! [red] yo, swing it over there! Verse one: keith murray My rap style is swift like boom bips So come get a whip, and a bump, its rough Crews couldnt hold it in handcuffs The ordeal is that Im raw ill on the mic Switchin my styles up like a transvestite (word) I think of competition as ? ? and Keith murray is the vocabulary champ ? come in against deep notable to breach lines? Ill make you make the same mistake twice three or four times And nobody got a style like this You could say, I got my thinking cap on backwards Ill demolish the retarded smartest rap artists Regardless, tryin to scream the hardest I fuck your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d. Then bend you out of shape like a master yogi I put my head through your chest, just to see Whos next in line, just to get wrecked I makes contact, bust the interlude I take my skills to another level like qualudes And you couldnt hear me out; cause the type of shit I converse aboutll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse Chorus: change to [all] throughout Verse two: erick sermon Cling cling, somebody tell me something Why I got more props than don king without bouncing boxing rings? *ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphone Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me alone Check me out, the way I freak the mode The active half flippin shit so split fore I explode - boom! So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on suspension For being closed minded to my invention Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my lord The world full of jackers so I keep my shit stored When I rock the microphone I rock it right And keep it hardcore and more blacker than wesley snipes To my crew theres no match You want more funk then heres another batch, yo i Chorus: [all] throughout "the redman thats what they call me" --> epmds headbanger (repeat 3x) [ed] oh no, here comes the funkadelic redman Verse three: redman Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could this be The funk that I was stretching out my lungs Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plots Now richard dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome Throw on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins Wake up! while the blunts laced up just to pick the pace up My styles freaky, nasty like ? seka? pussy papers When I raped her, you dont know check the four-uno-uno you know That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures Now right about now Im settin off a bomb to blow the empire To ashes -- cause my shits more raw than niggaz stashes Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya Im rough enough ta, fuck up another white mans trucker Redmans evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke A whole pound of weed and couldnt see me off the tv!

Поделитесь с друзьями: