Текст (слова) песни: Erick Sermon - 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!

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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! 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