Swangin and Bangin

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(*talking*)
 Aww yeah, it's 1995
 So we want you to just, turn your burns up
 Cause we gon show the whole world
 How we do it down South, fool
 Gotta do, what I gotta do - 4x
 [E.S.G.]
 1995, so fools give it to me
 And this is for them buster type G's, who wanna do me
 I never had no love, for them crooked 5-0's
 Chrome mirror 84's bro, and some low pro bowl
 Tight ride bubble head lights, sheisty G's pause
 Damn there go the laws, got me stuffing my yay up under my drawas
 Trying to jack this G, cause I'm caught up in my click
 I ain't with it, they throwing me down cause I didn't pay my tickets
 But um you fools you know, I got my hand on my glock
 And my left is on my steering wheel, so watch someone get dropped
 4 deep up in that Lac yeah, coming down tight
 Swigity swangin bigity bangin, like I'm turning left I'm bigity bustin a right
 And now you know in and out, out and in I dip
 Damn them G's in the South, are a trip
 And my homies steady mobbing, our game is for real
 With that fifth wheel grill, mo-mo wood grain steering wheel
 Working it with that fo' and go ahead, with that three way
 Candy painted be so wet, leaving drips up on that freeway
 Baby give it to me, cause you know I won't quit
 And I'll be mobbing with my playas, extra gat on my hip
 And to the fools down South, keep slanging them thangs
 It's '95 yeah fool, we comes again yep to swang and bang
 And now you know, what my real G's do
 Sip syrup swang and bang, jam nothing but that Screw fool
 [Hook - 4x]
 Gotta do, what I gotta do
 Gotta do-gotta do, what I gotta do
 We come to swang and bang
 [E.S.G.]
 So freaks back the hell up, cause tricks you ain't holding
 You wasn't even down with my G's, wasn't rolling
 And now that our pockets got thicker, this gal I had to hit her
 Sorry playa hater, he shouldn't of been in love with her
 Cause a trick is a trick, and a trick ain't it
 And if you keep slipping, she gon hit you for a quick lick
 Dummies stop roaching, trying to keep her up
 Cause while you out there capping, she be blowing my beeper up
 Now she's saying that she love you, you think that gal for real
 All the time, that freak be phonier than a four dolla bill
 And just to show my G's, that I ain't too fake
 I think that last night fried out, jamming my Screw tape
 It's the E just jumping up, in and out and with my crew
 And after I put my mack down pass it around, so what you wanna do
 Undercover fools, they giving up that thang
 Hotel 6-6 hit trick, you wanna swang and bang
 [Hook - till end]
 (*talking*)
 Aww yeah, y'all know who this is, ha-ha
 It's that E.S.G. baby, swanging and banging to that 9-5
 Now I'm bout to holla at all my playas nationwide
 And all my boys in Houston Texas
 (swanging and banging)
 And what about, down in Dallas
 (swanging and banging)
 I can't forget, San Anton'
 (swanging and banging)
 Yeah, we got it going on
 (swanging and banging)
 And all the playas in Atlanta
 (swanging and banging)
 My young fools, from Louisiana
 (swanging and banging)
 Them G's, way up in Memphis
 (swanging and banging)
 I can't forget about Chi
 (swanging and banging)
 And all my boys, in Detroit
 (swanging and banging)
 And what about, that Cleveland
 (swanging and banging)
 And all the playas in New Jersey
 (swanging and banging)
 And can't forget, Killa Cali
 (swanging and banging)
 And all the fools, in Seattle
 (swanging and banging)
 Yeah, what about Denver
 (swanging and banging)
 I can't forget, St. Louis
 (swanging and banging)
 Way down in Miami
 (swanging and banging)
 Ha-ha, fool

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Duration
04:56
Key
7
Tempo
152 BPM

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