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Correct Swing It Over Here Lyrics
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"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]c'mon swing it over here! [km]y'all 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, it's rough Crews couldn't hold it in handcuffs The ordeal is that I'm raw I'll 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? I'll 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 I'll 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 Who's next in line, just to get wrecked I makes contact, bust the interlude I take my skills to another level like qualudes And you couldn't hear me out; cause the type of shit I converse about'll 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 there's no match You want more funk then here's another batch, yo I Chorus: [all] throughout "the redman that's what they call me" --> epmd's '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 blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up My style's freaky, nasty like? Seka? Pussy papers When I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the empire To ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke A whole pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!
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