Keep it swingin

Kool G Rap And Dj Polo

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    Yeah kid
    Kool G Rap definitely in the house
    My man DJ Polo's out here in the house
    and we gon' kick the flavor to you one more time
    [MC Ricky D] (Like this)

    [VERSE 1: Kool G Rap]
    Lyrics that I'm bringin keep you swingin like a monkey
    Music is so dope, you'll be one funky junky
    G Rap is the name, "Keep it Swingin'" is the title
    (?) dance DJ Polo is your idol
    Here's somethin you can bump inside your jeep and keep it thumpin
    You're probably with a little crooked hooker I be humpin
    I haven't been out lately but you suckers cannot play me
    The K, the double o, the l, the G, the R, the a-p
    From time to time I'm through with suckers, reppin when I'm steppin
    I'm tellin you don't sleep because I always keep a weapon
    I run up on your block packin a Glock automatic
    Niggas act like they want it, then I'm lettin niggas have it
    I'm (?) misses but I never kissed a mister
    I reminisce I miss playin the twister with your sister
    See, Polo keeps you hoppin, I just keep your fingers poppin
    The daddy does the shoppin and your mommy does the moppin
    I rag and tag and drag and bag a hooker in a minute
    You offer me the bully, better believe I'm goin up in it
    I put a hooker lips right on my tip so she could sip it
    Then takin off the gear, then I just tear it and I rip it
    She's not givin me head, within the bed is where I take her
    So humpin as I'm pumpin and I'm shootin like a Laker
    I'm bangin, all my fingers touch your button, got you singin
    Showin I let off to leave em hangin, keep it swingin

    [CHORUS]
    Keep it swingin like a monkey
    [Dres] (Swing it like this, swing it like that)
    Keep it swingin
    (Swing it like this, swing it like that)
    Keep it swingin
    Keep it swingin like a monkey
    (Swing it like this, swing it like that)
    Keep it swingin
    (That) (that) (that) (that)
    Music is so dope, you'll be one funky junky

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    [VERSE 2: Kool G Rap]
    I know a girl, Abbey and Abbey is a hippie
    She likes to sit the teepee so I call her Mississippi
    I thought that I should keep her but she's a half-stepper
    So Abbey met a boy named Peter Piper pick a pepper
    Now Peter was a pussy and he made her be hyper
    See, Peter picked peppers but he would never pipe her
    So one day Abbey went to Peter, told him stop pickin
    She opened up her butty and Peter put his tip in
    Peter started pumpin with a powerful aggression
    Peter pushed to pull and Abbey finished the session
    Peter said, "Ah Abbey, how I'm doin?" she said, "Sloppy
    The way you pump your Peter you will never be a poppy
    Peter got pissed off and said, "Least my hair ain't nappy"
    Abbey said, "Now that ( ? ) Peter, are you happy?
    He took a sip of ripple so he could really rip her
    Pulled down his zipper, pulled out his big dipper
    Peter put in his pecker and started to pump
    He made Abbey so happy she started to jump
    A month later stretch marks begin to welp up
    Peter called Dr. Pepper to come over and help her
    Abbey caught an appetite, Peter fed her supper
    To keep her awake he had to get ( ? )
    Dr. Pepper came and he told Peter, "Maybe
    You and Abbey's gonna have a baby"
    Swing it

    [CHORUS]

    [VERSE 3: Kool G Rap]
    I rip up, blow you rappers like little pieces of paper
    I book and then I look at all you hookers get the vapors
    So press up on me, hoe, cause I'm a pro, not a beginner
    No frontin on a stunt, I go up in her like a winner
    You know I'm with whatever, if you suckers got some static
    We can solve it with revolvers or we bring some automatics
    I never riff, I smoke em like a spliff when I get with em
    So shorty, let's get naughty and just kick that different rhythm
    (Swing it like this, swing it like that) Keep it swingin
    I drop you like a brick, you go and kick it to your mother
    Cause like Paul Simon said, there's 50 ways to leave your lover
    So if you think you're gettin to my bank I find another
    If I can't make a hit I take the shit out on your brother
    I'm always strapped because I put a cap up in a nigga
    And some niggas are bigger so I'm quick to pull a trigger
    Bang-bang-bang and now your eardrums I'm ringin
    Next time you wanna step to me you better keep it swingin

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