Lyrics:
Swinging With The 80S

'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for

my apartment 80 a piece stack a piece 80 g's old skool dope rider front off set shots 73 you say he's a traper pleas i hang around with a gang of thieves

indeed Ladies and gentlemen, we are on our way, and just in time for Vicki Eydie's South Sea Adventure! Ahh, the South Sea's, The South Sea's, where

80's and 90's With hate Shows on/dates canceled/kicked out for reasons that seem ! so Un Fair/skin crusts against the cops/a foregone conclusion that's

it You midget, Mini-Me with a bunch of little Mini-Yous Runnin around your backyard swimmin pools Over 80 million records sold And I ain't have to do it with

Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, Rza's the rhyme now, the sacredness of One's true mind now let's get colorful

'em come again From my dick to Twiztid's dick And then me To Violent J's dick To Blaze's dick Try to grope us with they paws Goddamn hound dogs Bow

house, hey (geah, c'mon, geah) I dips around, sips around 2 o'clock The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock Westward bound, stay down To the fools that's

me everything I need Music is my passion Vers 1: I was a teen and started with breakdancing I fell in love with music my beginning It happend in the middle of the 80's