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swizzz - ramble lyrics

[intro]
swizzzzz!
swizzzzz!
swizzzzz!

[verse 1: swizzz]
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, motherf-cker let’s k!ll! (woah!)
now i wanna see how you move to this
do you work it like a motherf-ckin’ 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 okay 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?

[hook: hopsin]
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!)

[verse 2: swizzz]
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’ma rep it till 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 sn-tch your chain and flip your bride!
zip your pride, homie i does it
i got a little swayze in me, i’m buzzin’
let me beat down the beat
chris brown the beat, you know how it be! (uh-huh!)

[verse 3: swizzz]
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 f-ck with it
stacks large moms, arsons, and big digits
i know you’ve never seen it like that
turn somethin’ from nothin’, bake it, make it from scratch! (yeah!)
and scratch these nuts, b-tch!
peep how i look in the cut, b-tch!
get a blunt light it up, b-tch!
get a bottle, get lit, get drunk, b-tch!
it’s too late to worry you
your adolescent curfew does not concern me (nah!)
but your att-tude really disturbs me
now let’s hit the flo’, i know you heard me!

- swizzz lyrics

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