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Tung Twista - Mista Tung Twista lyrics
Heeeeey What's happenin, y'all? This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby [number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista Kick it, gee Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical styler My tongue'll be flingin a funky pile of Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture I'm one brother you could never get next ta Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav And crackin em up with the word of the wise I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky dialect I elect a flow for suckers that try a wreck I spark the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a fly effect I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture Flowin this from my lung, a tongue twister Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than Cocoa This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so Don't dis the Tung Twista Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister Then I'ma let i |
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