Ramble Lyrics & Tabs by SwizZz
Ramble
guitar chords lyrics
SwizZzzz!
SwizZzzz!
SwizZzzz!
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, motherfucker let's kill! (Woah!)
Now I wanna see how you move to this.
Do you work it like a motherfuckin' 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 ok though.
Gimme a little water I'll be back in the game yo.
The rhymes don't stop, little homie cool it off.
But it's ok 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?
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!)
Ha! 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'mma rep it 'til 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 snatch your chain and flip your bride!
Zip your pride.
Homie I does it.
I got a little Swayze in me, I'm buzzin'.
Ha.
Let me beat down the beat, Chris Brown the beat, you know how it be! (Uh-huh!)
Ha!
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 fuck with it.
Stacks large moms, arsons and big digits.
Ha.
I know you've never seen it like that.
Turn somethin' from nothin', bake it, make it from scratch! (Yeah!)
And scratch these nuts bitch!
Peep how I look in the cut bitch!
Get a blunt light it up Bitch!
Get a bottle, get lit, get drunk bitch!
It's too late to worry you.
Your adolescent curfew does not concern me. (Nah!)
But your attitude really disturbs me.
Now let's hit the floor. I know you heard me!
