paroles de chanson Ramble - SwizZz
SwizZzzz!
SwizZzzz!
SwizZzzz!
Heh,
and
I
thought
you
knew.
SwizZzle
official,
watch
what
I
can
do.
(Heh!)
New
school
era,
new
school
moves,
old
school
flavor
it′s
Funk
Volume.
(Hah!)
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!
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