Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ramble, artist - Swizzz. Album song Haywire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Funk Volume, YouTube
Song language: English
Ramble |
| Now I never knew I would grow to be something this world has never seen. |
| But with a little bit of trust, and a little bit of will, out came the monster, |
| motherfucker let’s kill! |
| (Woah!) |
| Now I wanna see how you move to this. |
| Do you work it like a motherfuckin' lunatic? |
| Or do you shake it like a right hand? |
| I don’t really understand why you can’t stand the last shot girly I’ll be down! |
| But it’s ok though. |
| Gimme a little water I’ll be back in the game yo. |
| The rhymes don’t stop, little homie cool it off. |
| If it ain’t about money then why would you talk? |
| Hey yo! |
| (Hey!) |
| Hey yo! |
| (Hey!) |
| Hey yo! |
| (Hey!) |
| Hey yo! |
| (Hey!) |
| I wanna see you do somethin' you thought you’d never do. |
| (Right!) |
| Hit the floor hurry up! |
| (Ok!) |
| Turn the lights out it’s goin' down! |
| Ma-ma-make it ramble, make it whack. |
| Make it ramble, make it wh-whack. |
| Ma-ma-ma ramble ramble make it whack, whack, whack, whack! |
| (GO!) |
| Ha! |
| Now stop the commotion. |
| SwizZzle’s still here, now let’s keep it goin'. |
| (Nah!) Party over there, but I prefer it on the West. |
| It’s not a coast thing, it’s just what I know best. |
| (Yup!) |
| Throw it up now. |
| Dubs in the sky. |
| Embedded as a code, I’mma rep it 'til I die! |
| This man’s weird, I mean, look at this guy! |
| (Huh.) |
| So much ice he’ll make a grown man cry. |
| (What?) |
| We’re in a re-session, why even lie? |
| You’re a ostrich, you’ll never be fly! |
| Make it rain that’s really not right. |
| I’ll snatch your chain and flip your bride! |
| Zip your pride. |
| Homie I does it. |
| I got a little Swayze in me, I’m buzzin'. |
| Ha. |
| Let me beat down the beat, Chris Brown the beat, you know how it be! |
| (Uh-huh!) |
| Ha! |
| Now here we go! |
| Back for the 3rd you already know. |
| (Yup!) |
| Somethin' like a oven on way too cold! |
| Black and gold that C.E.O. |
| (What?) |
| Can’t get it, come and fuck with it. |
| Stacks large moms, arsons and big digits. |
| Ha. |
| I know you’ve never seen it like that. |
| Turn somethin' from nothin', bake it, make it from scratch! |
| (Yeah!) |
| And scratch these nuts bitch! |
| Peep how I look in the cut bitch! |
| Get a blunt light it up Bitch! |
| Get a bottle, get lit, get drunk bitch! |
| It’s too late to worry you. |
| Your adolescent curfew does not concern me. |
| (Nah!) |
| But your attitude really disturbs me. |
| Now let’s hit the floor. |
| I know you heard me! |