Hey yo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped Don't come around town without the hip in your hop Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped MC's want to attack me but them punks can't cope I'll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya Battling MC's, from JFK to Russia Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney "I love you, you love me" The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC So move back yaself dread, you know the element The Tribe is good for your health like a can of Nutriment MC's don't have no winds, MC's don't have no winds I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry's Kids Your crew don't want it, man your crew don't want it But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it (sup) Large Professor in t