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blackwave. - swangin' lyrics

[verse 1: jay.]
(who, who, who?)
who got the keys to this bimma, bimma
hold up, n-gga ain’t n0body got a bimma
got a bimma til’ sim simma come and get ya, hit ya
trust me, ain’t no need to worry
imagination from the dome made me
get it, hit it, ya feel it, see, now we got a whip
armored like a tank, got the tank fully filled
(d-mn!) fueled with a residue that got you going
zero to a hundred, n-gga real quick, real sh-t
oh man i swear, even got the rims
upped with the signs like a pimp
and if i come to think of it, i even had a mistress
pourin’ up the drank that i drank
while i sang, with the boys
right behind us in a royce
steady stunting to this joint, ay ay
catch me drifting in your lane
come through, with the crew
you better stay out the way-ay-ay
cause i heard it’s the word round town
that jay, me, k!lling goofy n-ggas real quick right now
ego-tripping intermission on this mission imma sin
asking if i’d do it again, all over from the start to the end
til’ i got it all figured out and then i’m out

[pre-chorus]
just gotta make it drip, drip, drip, drip
city on the map and the whole clique sip, sip, sip, sip
sw-ngin’, tweaking in the whip
sw-ngin’, treat you with a trick (ay!)
make it drip, drip, drip, drip
city on the map and the whole clique sip, sip, sip, sip
sw-ngin’, tweaking in the whip
sw-ngin’, treat you with a trick

[chorus]
whooh, d-mn, let me sw-ng
you just gotta let me do my thang, thang
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
you just gotta let me do my thang, thang
(who? yeah, you!)
just, gotta let me do my thang, thang
…
just, gotta let me do my thang

[verse 2: will.]
(hold up)
labels pushing us like white
call it dope music
they be asking us why? (why?)
cause we on that whole new sh-t
i’m not a dealer but i move units
on the run
i ain’t got a gun but i shoot movies
just for fun
yeah we be bumping this sh-t in the whip
motherf-cker we be cruising
y’all might be deaf man
if you don’t think its a def jam rick rubin
solving the game like a rubik
reinvent it like a cubist
i feel like pablo like a pyro
we ain’t cooling down
up in sp-ce like i’m kubrick
overseas like odyssey
it’s ludacris how we move b-tch
get out the way
swerve so hard now we sw-ngin’ in sp-ce
get out the way
swerve so hard now we sw-ngin’ in sp-ce

[chorus]
whooh, d-mn, let me sw-ng
you just gotta let me do my thang, thang
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
you just gotta let me do my thang, thang
(who? yeah, you!)
just, gotta let me do my thang thang
…
just, gotta let me do my thang
whooh, d-mn, let me sw-ng
you just gotta let me do my thang, thang
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
you just gotta let me do my thang, thang
(who? yeah, you!)
just, gotta let me do my thang, thang
(gotta let me do my thang!)
just, gotta let me do my thang

- blackwave lyrics

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