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Keith Murray - Slap Somebody lyrics
Intro: I need a blunt fore I slap the shit out somebody Uhh come on get it up y'all Uhh come on come on come on come on come on get it up y'all Uhh yeah yeah uhh I know y'all like this one Uhh uhh yeah yeah uhh come on Yo y'all niggas will never see my level Raps so hot I slapbox with the devil Tap a jaw slap a bitch do what I like Gotta sociology of money like Reverend Ike Yo here's a rapper fiction, get out the jurisdiction before I hit that ass with a cross-addiction crucifixion Editorial newsflash Extra extra, let this blast wit your stank ass Face the ultimate challenge, style's gotta lotta mileage Come to violence, leave in silence This beat's a beat so come on take a swim If C's can't float don't worry about them I'ma duke like Patty, ritz like Matty Slick like a khaki, but not your baby daddy Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted So pop that coochie girl like you're double-jointed, come on Chorus: This is for my thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party who need a drink before you - SLAP SOMEBODY All my cats on the corner who's packin a shotty who need a blunt before you - SLAP SOMEBODY Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY I speak with more technique, than karate cos, I, will - SLAP SOMEBODY Aiyo, strictly from the street that's why I get love Erick darin niggas out in the back of the club With the mic in my hand, just got paid Take you suckers out til I get on stage When the girls see my face and they all get excited Thugs in the front row bout to start a riot Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired Yo E, crank this shit up and get it started Get the crowd funky like the whole place parted MC's rest in peace like dearly departed Then it's all in together now, let me show you how I do it rock 'n' roll style, then dive in the crowd Murray ain't your average MC, I gotta lotta fame but don't act conceited when you see me on the street I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor Kick hard metaphor, cos that's what I'm here for Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon Lookin butta fly like a caterpillar just cocooned Smooth like Thug Passion over-the-rocks So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box Chorus Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today In a special way to play on, baby play The way you shake that ass girl is something drastic FABULOUS, and, fantastic Fly like a B-52 hotstepper Got latinos yellin "WEUPA!!"" Ese loco, dolli toto Beseve culo, papi chulo Whatever, the more the merrier, the longer the weed the scarier My Squad is Def and we ain't hearin ya Beat eaters think quick with the speed of a cheetah Stripped down to my wife beater Baby doll, shake what you got I'm not a player hater, I just diss a lot And don't slam the doors of da Mazzerati because, I, will, slap somebody Chorus Outro: Bring me up somethin nice cold to drink in this bitch before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY Fix me somethin hot to eat before I have to go out- side, and - SLAP SOMEBODY Throw your hands in the air from side-to-side before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY Doo, doo, slap slap I, will slap - SLAP SOMEBODY Slap me and I'ma slap you back.. |
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