letra de swung on - stanley clarke featuring politix
woo! politix, two thousand and ten
politix like that
you are not only but nose up
who the h-ll you talkin’ to?
i will knock the black off you
come on, come on, come on
come out swingin’, ha
politix, heh heh
check it out, check it, check it
yo, i grab motha— and throw ’em across the room
hit ’em with the boom, bam, gotti
might body slam a n—
drop that cat even if he is bigger
see, i know more kung fu than hoof digger
and i smack a n— before i squeeze the trigga
let me hit ya with a smack to the grill
and move you back to the real, you suckas act like ya thrilled
your whole style’s chump, tryna front like you dumb
huh, what, you just a drunk f— punk
about to get your nose broke, n-body likes those folk
watch out for them brothas with them swelled flows
you tryna get away, we stickin’ you like velcro
i’m steady steppin’ over all the posers
i spit the cool lyrics and it froze ya
just for a second made ya think
realize, we on a break, no time to blink
the future’s now, products of life and times
be responsible and use your mind
‘cuz i’m quick on my feet like a kick from jack d
that you did not expect, now, there’s pain in your neck
shake it off, yo, you gon’ live
just pay more attention to the gifts we give
’bout to get swung on, bringin’ violence to me
i ain’t f— with y’all so don’t be f— with me
you could get swung on if you ain’t actin’ right
did you ever think you would get smacked tonight?
swingin’ on ’em
left rights, right lefts
upper cuts
yo, whatever bull— you could, bring some
my kung fu’s weigh a ton, about to swing one
rock you, knock you and i sock you
lock you, stop you, chop you, trick and drop you
i swung with kung but now, it’s time for hip-hop, fool
i never thought like k
a fight scene at a club, ain’t enough love
dope beats get hug, focus precise, this thug
all chromes, y’all swept under the rug
bodies drug, sucka what, show love
styles and tactics are not efwitable
don’t attempt, you wanna limp
futuristic flow, quite terrific like
the glow in the baby’s eye, we be them guys
get swung on, bringin’ violence to me
i ain’t f— with y’all, so don’t be f— with me
i figure to treat a n— like a punchin’ bag
if he disrespects my sp-ce and gets up in my face
yo, back up, you better back up, do i gotta hit you?
and get into an altercation with the n— with you?
i catch that little faker with the hate naked
i swing, b-mp, b-mp, like we in jamaica
yo, we all got fists but y’all got dissed
whatever, whatever, n—, it’s all politix
universal, j. th-rn, politix been born
know that, uh uh
get swung on, swung on
smack the black off you
get swung on, swung on
crazy
letras aleatórias
- letra de marionette - corbin forester
- letra de obligation - maje$tic mindz
- letra de silhouette of a devil - cct
- letra de обман (deceit) - сруб (loghouse)
- letra de vivarium - vira1
- letra de 2 my face - killboy
- letra de godfather - bhanu dutta
- letra de under the influence - krmoni, coffeeshop & tommy rage
- letra de slowly burning - cristoph
- letra de christmas christmas - mute frank