Swingin With Da Hevster
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Uh!
Yeah!
Uh, we gon' do some slick stuff over here right now
Ayo, ayo, baby, we got the back-up
It's a little room function
Ayo, child, uh-oh, uh-oh, here we go!
You know what I'm sayin', get a little
Smooth then my man Big D on the way
He right that way, yo, let's do it like this
Here comes the Big Mac
Not the kind of mac that you get from Mickey D's
But the kind of mac that attract back ladies
Sex appeal, appeal for the real deal
Squeals get real sealed, the turf on our fish meal
More homies than Army, they tried to bomb me
I'm cooked like salami, mami, mami, I was wild, they couldn't calm me
I got wrecked and flexed from the intro
Pockets get stretched and stacked from Cee-lo
Today ain't the day, the wrong way to be rubbin' me
'Cause I'm on stage and twenty-thousand is lovin' me
There's another cutie with the gold Henny Chief sign
Outside around the block, it's the Henny Chicken Line
I can get yours, you can get mine
No movie makers allowed 'cause everything is well and fine
Speedin' my munch and crunch from a slump start
(Bum-diddly-diddly-dee) is the Heavster's trademark
Far from a chump, now everybody make your body thump
Bump to a jump and make sure you hump
'Cause everything is fabulous and full of pleasure
It all goes swell when you're swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Milky, milky brother, here comes another hit smash
Beats and lyrics flip-floppin' enough cash
Pardon me, baby-lover lady, how you doin', sugar?
Oh, you only speak for cash? (You dirty hooker)
Now let me keep steppin' and catch the record and hit the set
And the overweight lover is back and I'm sweatin'
I know it feels good, I hope it feels good
Now let me check my pocket and make sure Jimmy has a hood
Everything is okey-dokey, hunky-dory, just great
Ma, fix me a plate, I like rice with my steak
Make a little room, here comes the groom
Married to a tune, sweet like a broom
So pass around the forty, get naughty if you wanna, shorty
I know you wanna warn me, just call me push-up on me
'Cause life is fabulous and full of pleasure
It all goes swell when you're swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Break it down
Uh, yeah, yeah, here we go, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, alright
Swing it, swing it, swing it
Break it down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One, two, three, bring it back
One potato, two potato, three potato, four
Listen to the roar, the crowd wants more
I don't need a buzz to get a bubble at a party
I'll drink a pop and pass on the Bacardi
Pardon me, cutie, with your booty that shakes
Your body's rather milky like the milk on my cornflakes
I'd really like to know you if you wanna know me
Here's my SkyPage number, beep me, it's free
We can bug all night, laugh and share a few jokes
Later on after that, boots get smoked
The cappable, rappable, hand-clappable, tappable
The incredible, lovable, rubbable, huggable, snuggable
Me, D, without the double-E, suckers never trouble me
When I do a stunt in a flick, they never double me
Girlies, they be lovin' me, my belly, they be rubbin' me
Step inside the set for a sec, they dig-duggin' me
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, pump up your stereo
Listen to the overweight lover flow
In your district, tricky like a convict
A Hebrew grip on my lip on a slick tip
I never got high 'cause I don't recall bein' low
Think about it, and let the Heavster go
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
Swingin' with the Heavster
This one goes out to my entire crew in the rap industry
My man Big Daddy Kane, Eric B, Rakim
My man Kool G Rap, Public Enemy, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Marley Marl is the board chillin'
DJ Eddie F, my partner Gee Whiz
And I can't forget my man Champ Rock, you know what I'm sayin'?
I can't forget the entire Now Rule crew
Along with Grand Puba Maxwell, Jamar, De La Ghetto
And we talkin' 'bout the Brand Nubians
Also my man Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth
But this is solely dedicated to my man
My right-hand boy, Trouble T-Roy
I can still see you dancin', kid
We love you, peace