Hopsin - Ramble lyrics

[Intro:] SwizZzzz! SwizZzzz! SwizZzzz! [Verse 1:] 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**er let's k**! (Woah!) Now I wanna see how you move to this Do you work it like a motherf**in' 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:] 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:] 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 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 snatch 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!) [Hook:] 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 3:] 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** 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**h! Peep how I look in the cut, b**h! Get a blunt light it up, b**h! Get a bottle, get lit, get drunk, b**h! 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 flo', I know you heard me! [Hook:] 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!)