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P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, aint man except me. I aint comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch Here go the money. you got da coke? Here go da money. you got the coke? I aint comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches, Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans? Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key Fool, when ya hit me, its 18-5 I gotta tax em 2 gs just for takin a ride Cause niggaz down south, niggaz aint playin Niggaz talk shit, muthafuckas be layin Down on the ground, just like 8-ball, Hit you wit yo nuts and yo gs up the? bear wall? Put you behind a pinto in the block, Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot Call the cops, killas Im a deala Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala Nigga dats bout it, down south we rowdy From atlanta to texas, niggaz wont yall read about Swamp niggaz comin up, blowin like killa Yall aint ready but I aint mystikal, Im a deala Niggaz slangin cane, cocoa leaves up the brain But its a muthafuckin third ward, I mean a swamp thing Swamp nigga (uuuunnngggghhhh), swamp nigga Hey, in the middle of the muthafuckin south, Niggaz got gold in they muthafuckin mouth On my way to chicago, to pick up me a stolger I aint even trippin off this shit cause Im a rolla Nigga ridin dirty, just like u.g.k. 4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin ak Niggaz aint playin, down south bitch we bout it, I told yall niggaz in 96, damn, dont yall doubt it But niggaz play the, try to play us like some bitches Niggaz done snuck up on you hoes and snatched some riches From labels like no limit to suave to rap-a-lot Independent, black-owned, bitch, and we cant be stopped Breakin bread--with the muthafuckin ballas Niggaz check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas Now yall niggaz mad, cause a nigga famous, I think the president put a price on my anus Americas nightmare, but Im not cube I represent the muthafuckin red and the blue,? shoes? I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas But nigga Im a swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga Niggaz in texas, sippin on surl Niggaz sippin bort, niggaz on that furl Niggaz in florida, sellin dat water Niggaz in baton rouge pushin dem quarters All the way to shreveport to muthafuckin mississippi Oklahoma, back to kansas city 5th wheel grill, niggaz comin down Fools gettin killed if they from outta town 6 15s in the candy painted cadillac Bumpin "break em off" (dont make me break you off somethin) Rollin tips like a maniac Playa from the south (playaz from the south??? gs) That muthafuckin g I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys Klc put it on the scale so yall can feel dis Mo b. d put it on the back so yall can peel dis Craig b whipped it up with some b 12s I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka sell Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in Thats why Im a swamp nigga out there tryin to pay the rent P: swamp nigga, ha, ha. we sho from muthafuckin swamp. It aint a east or west coast thing, nigga. Its a swamp thing. ha, ha. Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast, And all cross the muthafuckin world, swamp niggaz, On the muthafuckin rise.
Writer(s): Craig Stephen Lawson, P. Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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