Song: Return Of The Street Fighter
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released May 3, 2011
Sundown
and the streetlights are up,
There
won’t be a 3rd round for this Street Fighter’s Cup.
Heart
rate bumpin like ya butterflied a 50,
Posin’
like a cattle call audition for Guy Ritchie
Miss
me me more ways than 16.
It
ain’t a race, homie but it just switched leads.
Got
careless and got embarrassed, that’s what he gets
For
tryin’ to put the magic back in a cheap trick
Ya
cheap trick. Now keep ya head bobbin’
With
ya whole corner screamin’ out “sweep the leg Johnny!”
With
faith no more than a coin filp
Layin’
down the law with six buttons and a joy stick.
You, yo cousin, yo cousin’s
cousin
Bring ya whole crew and
don’t forget the coroner
Roundhouse
followed by a right blow
Understand
the style still remains Saikyo
Goin’ down in flames,
Goin’ down again.
China
& Japan, Cowboys at high noon,
Yup,
the beef runs deeper than Ken & Ryu.
If I see you online or at
the arcade again
You will know my name is the
lord
Mother
F Dre, Mother F Snoop
Mother
F Deathrow, ayo and here comes my left blow
Rockin’ that Hurricane
Kick and I make it rain
Waitin’
for a first move, kid keep waitin’
I
make these cats wish they had the patience.
Hip
tossed with a lil bit’a sumo
Player
2 meet numero uno
CHORUS
Get it, Get it, GoGet it, Get it, Go
Watch
me Pass By
Do
not disrupt the flow
Or
else the hands fly
Get
it, Get it, Go
Watch
me Pass By
Do
not disrupt the flow
Or
else the hands fly
Hey,
don’t tempt me, you don’t wanna see it
I’ll
leave this town lookin’ like the good-side’a Cleveland
No
need to wonder where the holy thunder’s gone
When
I break’em off with the Sh-Sh-Sh-Shaolin Wonder Palm
Where
I’m at is where I’ve been and it’s where I’m comin’ from
Tekken
9 to 5 where chests get the jumpin’ on
Brought
your gun, and I’m smilin’
Before
you reach it, fat women’ll be singin’ Miley Cyrus
What
you’re sellin’ or supplyin’, I ain’t buyin’
Punch,
fake sweep, kick, punch, and I’m jivin’
Homie,
the next mistake is gonna cost your face
Got
you in your own hometown lookin’ lost in space
Projectiles
the style, I make’em jump
You
already know the name, it’s player one.
CHORUS
Watch
me Pass By
Do
not disrupt the flow
Or
else the hands fly
Get
it, Get it, Go
Watch
me Pass By
Do
not disrupt the flow
Or
else the hands fly
(Muggsy Vogues Verse)
Get
it, Get it, Go
Watch
me Pass By
Do
not disrupt the flow
Or
else the hands fly
Get
it, Get it, Go
Watch
me Pass By
Do
not disrupt the flow
Or
else the hands fly
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