NATURAL SWAG (feat. Kaydee3x)

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Chase

The band Chase was created in 1970 by Bill Chase, Ted Piercefield, Alan Ware, and Jerry Van Blair, all veteran jazz trumpeters who were also adept at vocals and arranging. They were backed up by a rhythm section consisting of Phil Porter on keyboards, Angel South (b. Lucian Gondron) on guitar, Dennis Johnson on bass, and Jay Burrid (b. Jay Mitthauer) on percussion. Rounding out the group was Terry Richards, who was featured as lead vocalist on the first album. In April 1971, the band released their debut album, Chase, which contains Chase's best-known song, "Get It On", released as a single that spent 13 weeks on the charts beginning in May 1971. The song features what Jim Szantor of Downbeat magazine called "the hallmark of the Chase brass—complex cascading … more »

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Slidin' runnin' past the opps, yeah who runnin'?
Turn my speakers down lil nigga, You better do something
I come from the stu, ask my bitch where my racks at
Young nigga play at night I don't care we play laser tag
The way I make my song lika a genius, feel like baytoven
The way I paint her face give that bitch a little make over
I'ma push my engine down highway 10, feel like Daytona
Young nigga proud, stand on what he did, that's what I told him
They say, Chase,how you shoot like that, no, I did that, what's so wrong
I can light a room, dressed all black, I got diamonds on
I been counting money out the wound that's in my chromosome
I feel like I'm on a mission, I'ma do it like I'm on a mission
I feel like I'm Uzi, twenty minutues you know till' I'm on
This that natural swag
I got natural gas
When it come to counting racks he gone come in last
Your bitch ask why I walk like that cause my pockets fat
They say Chase how you dress like that, cause' I got Natural Swag
Circle small squares fake where my partners at
Made this shit on my phone, I don't need a stu
One of One my shit rare talking pink and blue
Leave that boy shook, already know play pick a boo
Told that nigga hide his face or we gon' point at you
Mama didn't believe it, then she seen her son the truth
Slidin' runnin' past the opps, yeah who runnin'?
Turn my speakers down lil nigga, You better do something
I come from the stu, ask my bitch where my racks at
Young nigga play at night I don't care we play laser tag
The way I make my song lika a genius, feel like baytoven
The way I paint her face give that bitch a little make over
I'ma push my engine down highway 10, feel like Daytona
Young nigga proud, stand on what he did, that's what I told him
They say, Chase, how you shoot like that, know I did that boy so wrong
I can light a room, dressed all black, I got diamonds on
I been counting money out the wound that's in my chromosome
I feel like I'm on a mission, I'ma do it like I'm on a mission
I feel like I'm Uzi, twenty minutues you know till' I'm on
Nutt all on this lil bitch Picasso, I paint her face, nigga
I cut off my dreads, copped some braids, I feel like I'm Drake nigga
I been gettin' this money, you just not gettin' money, nigga you late nigga
I keep smokin' this gas, I'm rollin' this moon rock to the face nigga
Riddin' around in a Rafe, nigga
Feelin' like a fucking gate nigga
These niggas, they talking about busting a head
These niggas can't even bust a Grape, nigga
We gon' catch that nigga, we gon' catch that nigga out of bound
Got a ratchet bitch, that bitch, she wanna go to pound town
When I'm fuckin' on her, we got all night, like f*ck a round
I f*ck her good, I like to listen to that macaroni sound
I'm the king up in this rap shit, might as well give me my crown

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