| Check it, I catch more heat than a histitic jew
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| You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
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| Your individuality is missing like Adam Walsh
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| Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
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| Too far gone inside my art form
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| Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that’s cool
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| But while you’re being me who’s being you?
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| I’m hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
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| End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
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| Mass hysteria, malaria come to ya area
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| You couldn’t touch my style with Hands Across America
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| I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
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| Leave you need orthoscopic surgury like Quincey Jones
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| Cause I can give Beverly, Demi and even Melvin Moore (more)
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| Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly Shore (sure)
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| Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust remix
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| Watch you collapse and die like you was River Phoenix
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| Me and rap go way back like LL’s hairline
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| Nigga fuck a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
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| I’m gorgous so when I’m performing just leave your girls at home
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| I’m the best thing to happen to bitches since the straightening comb
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| When I’m up in 'em spittin’venoms I never go soft (never)
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| I make that pussy snap Back Back Back and Forth
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| Some more outtakes over B. Rich roughbreaks
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| I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates
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| So life every voice and sing
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| Cause I don’t need no partner to swing
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| Hook:
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t need a partner to swing (X6)
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| More cash in my hand — Grand Puba
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| Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
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| Warning your friends, Chino X could make the corrinor cringe
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| Urinating in the audience when I perform
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| Biting the heads of chickens and bats like Ozzy Osborne
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| I got multiple personalities so be afraid
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| The cypher is? |
| I’m Jim Jones now here’s the Kool-Aid
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| You better recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like Kid’N’Play
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| Cause You Ain’t Gonna Hurt Nobody
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| You better fear will I knife or stick in you
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| Look up at the sky and ask why has God forsaken you
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| Chin-wa! |
| Bringin’new styles that MC’s couldn’t start
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| While the walls be closin’in on them like fat around Dr. J’s heart
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| To keep in shape I scrap knives and I take lives
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| Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide
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| When my video is on the Box you gets to orderin'
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| People want to know the 4−1-1 on art of origin
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| I was bitter got richer, the nigga child molester
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| Throwin’out my shit like Red Fox did Ann Nester
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| Can’t be productive when your partner is just a lazy bitch
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| Leaves you feeling frusterated like you signed to Wild Pitch
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| Now like Sammy Davis ran from the IRS
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| You better run from that nigga Chino X And if you score well then perform, MC’s with hesitence
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| Remember you can be replaced like Ann did on Crushed Grapes
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| You’re man is holding you up don’t front like everything is dandy
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| Peace to 5 foot 6 now I’m out like John Candy
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| Hook (x4)
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| So now you gotta put in time if you wanna get near me But you can’t hear me, cause you’re an asshole like Dennis Leary
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| Leave you crispy like the children of Kadaffi
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| You couldn’t get no justice if you dug up Thurgo Marshall’s body
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| My career is right out of the bible in the show bizness
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| I drop my staff it turn to snakes just like Moses
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| If I found a new crew with same circumstances
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| Catch the L and they’ll be assed out like Prince’s pants
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| I’m back on track without another nigga urfin’me
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| Peace to Ragman, now I’m out like Freddy Mercury
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| So lift every voice and sing
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| Cause I don’t need no partner to swing
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| Hook (x3) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Partner to Swing , by - Chino XL. Song from the album Here To Save You All, in the genre Поп