Correction Paroles Swingin’ Wit T par Belle Delphine

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"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"

"Swingin' Wit T" is the t**le 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 suckas 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!
is what the critics say about me
So all you punk little suckas 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!

Now when you're 'Swingin Wit 'T'
You're with the rap sex 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 sucka 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!
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!

"Yeah, we swinging in 9-0
Just like Jose Canseco
Ain't that right Joe?
Stop the show"

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