Swingin' Wit' T - 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»

«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 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»