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Switch Styles Lyrics

from The Mix Tape Messiah

"Switch Styles" is track #24 on the album The Mix Tape Messiah. It was written by Hakeem Seriki.
"Switch Styles" is track #24 on the album The Mix Tape Messiah. It was written by Hakeem Seriki.

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As we get on the proceedings this evening
Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga
Ay man switch styles man, stay switching styles
You know I'm tal'n 'bout, switch everything nigga

Paint switching, no teams
We ain't switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let's go, let's go, let's go yeah

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us
Pull the door knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what
If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' 'cause that's for us
Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not

No warrants when the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks

Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound like a mumble
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or humble
Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking Pakistani
Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only gator comes after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting happy
All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Adams Family

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool

When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the drill
While she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I need Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the fish tank gon' sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my lagoon

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm tripping

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw

Seen the slugs that you spittin' at me
I mean the slugs that you missin' at me
Seen you and you ain't getting at me
Man the game is really getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really getting tacky

Commercial won't hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple

Ha-ha, that was a good one
That was a good one, ha-ha

I told you you don't want problems, you didn't believe it
Go get a bodyguard, 'cause you're gonna need it
We're gonna bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I tried to warn ya

All these boys acting like, they be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real baller gon' know
All these boys acting like, they ain't really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga gon' know
All these boys acting like, they can call a stone
Let's break these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm repping Color Change
Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm repping Color Change

We gon' slap box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who gets the most hits to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would
Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
Oh shit

Hakeem Seriki

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