Keith Murray

Keith Murray - Slap Somebody lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Jive

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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