Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - 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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Все тексты песен: Epmd
» Epmd - Check 1, 2
» Epmd - The Joint
» Epmd - Erick Sermon
» Epmd - Intrigued
» Epmd - Rap Is Outta Control
» Epmd - House Party
» Epmd - So What Cha Sayin
» Epmd - Knick Knack Patty Wack
» Epmd - Can`t Hear Nothing But The Music
» Epmd - Whos Booty
» Epmd - Respect Mine
» Epmd - Get the Bozack *
» Epmd - K.I.M.
» Epmd - Give The People
» Epmd - You`re a Customer
» Epmd - Get Wit This
» Epmd - Skit
» Epmd - Back in Business
» Epmd - Cummin` at Cha
» Epmd - K. I. M.


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Epmd - 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! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Swing It Over Here: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/10728.html Все тексты песен: Epmd » Epmd - Check 1, 2 » Epmd - The Joint » Epmd - Erick Sermon » Epmd - Intrigued » Epmd - Rap Is Outta Control » Epmd - House Party » Epmd - So What Cha Sayin » Epmd - Knick Knack Patty Wack » Epmd - Can`t Hear Nothing But The Music » Epmd - Whos Booty » Epmd - Respect Mine » Epmd - Get the Bozack * » Epmd - K.I.M. » Epmd - Give The People » Epmd - You`re a Customer » Epmd - Get Wit This » Epmd - Skit » Epmd - Back in Business » Epmd - Cummin` at Cha » Epmd - K. I. M. Рекомендуем скачать: » Григорий Дикштейн - Змеелов » Геннадий Васильев - Мы были в Киеве. Стоял сентябрь-октябрь... » Гиви Чрелашвили - Тоска по четвергам » Геннадий Жаров - Омут » Григорий Дикштейн - Судьба » Григорий Дикштейн - Завтра будем из прошлого века... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Родина » Гиви Чрелашвили - Дар даоса » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Человек человеку » Голубые береты - Спасибо, господин президент » Гандурас - Би Бокс » Григорий Дикштейн - Осень 93 » Гимны - Гимн СССР » Геннадий Васильев - Декларативное » Гарик Кричевский - Плавают кораблики » Глеб Агафонов - А люблю я свои горы... » Григорий Дикштейн - Забыть, забыть... Вдоль памяти столбы забить... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я иллюзорен со всех сторон » Геннадий Жаров - По белокаменной » Григорий Дикштейн - Только музыка
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