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