Tairrie B - Swingin' Wit T lyrics

[Intro: Tairrie B] "Quincy D, my mellow, my mentor, my man Why don't you rock that beat So they can jock this jam? Tairrie B's at bat, I rap, I don't sing The beat is a pitch, so let's swing" [Verse 1: Tairrie B] "Swingin' Wit T" is the title of my jam With the mic in hand yo, you can call it slammin' Smooth, like the groove that's rockin' I'l bust a move on a man but never jock him Sock him, if he gets outta hand Why? Cause Tairrie B's the one in command And i'm flowin', throwin' down to a dope sound Suped up by snoop underground Is how we do it, so the s**as can't find it Me and D, we're funky dope minded So when you see us steppin' up on the set You play the back, .jack, or you jet Like a bomb that's tickin' ready to explode T's cold kickin' ready to unload Another episode, with the posse clique Like a Saturday matinee, Mae West flick I push it, punch it, pump it with poise Plug the mic and belt, bump it boys So bring the noise it's time to do dustin' Swing the rhyme and I'mma keep bustin! [Verse 2: Tairrie B] [Sample?] is what the critics say about me So all you punk little s**as that doubt me Get real and let me tell ya the deal A female emcee tryna get with me She'll get slapped with the rap that I recite Ladylike, left to right back and forth on the mic Cause I'm an emcee, not a singer or actress Droppin' method on the track and the fact is I wear sweats not a stone washed wack dress And my man Schoolly D well he back's this doll Cause I'm the gangstas moll Swingin' ya the femme fatale roll call Martinez is the manager my girls are hype I'm the emcee yeah you got that So if you wanna swing you came to the right dame The female mob boss Tairrie B's the name! [Verse 3: Tairrie B] Now when you're 'Swingin Wit 'T' You're with the rap s** symbol Wrapped around my finger like a ring or a thimble I'm a diamond cause they are forever On the mic my rhymin's on time and I'll never Stop or get dropped lookin' like an Athletic I look so good the others look pathetic They need a medic Cause they soft and they can't hang So just step off s**a it's my thang Ain't about white or black, fact The 'T' is in tact and the B is the backbone Known and prone to get busy Leave the men dizzy like Monroe in her time But in the 90's 'Gentlemen Prefer Rhyme' Los Angeles get with this And NYC, why even try to dis? It's where you're at and not where you're from So when you're 'Swingin wit 'T' you get none! [Verse 4: Tairrie B] Well if you missed my rhyme punk better by the book Rappin' comes from the mind and not from the look So when you look my way, word to the mother... Don't judge the book by the cover No other woman can rock the way I do So consider yourself just confide to Cold housin' the joint and I'll slide you To a point where others just tried to Never run outta breathe cause I'mma a pro at.. Swingin' def lyrics, but you know that Not the type of girl that other girlies wanna battle I get amped, trample tramps like cattle And then, I ride away side saddle And yo, that'll be the end of the battle As you stand there sprung with that look on your face That says damn... Tairrie B swung the place! [Outro: Tairrie B] "Yeah, we swinging in 9-0 Just like Jose Canseco Ain't that right Joe? Stop the show"