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e.s.g. - swangin' and bangin' (original version) lyrics

[verse 1: esg]
19-f-ckin’93, so n-ggas give it to me
and this is for you buster -ss n-ggas, who wanna do me
i never had no love, for these nathan -ss hoes
chrome mirror 84’s bro, and some low pro vouges
tight white bubble head lights, sheisty n-gga pause
d-mn there go the law, got me stuffin’ my dope up under my draws
tryna buck a n-gga, cause i’m caught up in my cl!ck
i ain’t with it, they jackin’ me down cause i didn’t pay my tickets
but uh, you n-ggas you know i got my hand on my glock
and my left is on my steering wheel, so watch me buck a cop
4 deep in a ‘lac yeah, coming down tight
swiggity sw-ngin’ biggity bangin’, like i’m turning left
i’m biggity bustin a right
and now you know in and out, out and in i dip
d-mn them n-ggas in the south are a trip
and them n-ggas steady mobbin’, the sh-t’s for real
with that fifth wheel grill, mo-mo wood grain steering wheel
f-ckin’ around with four way and so to h-ll ‘wit a three way
candy paint so d-mn wet, leaving drips up on that freeway
baby give it to me, cause you know i won’t quit
and i be mobbin’ with my n-ggas, extra gat on my hip
and to the fools down south, keep slangin’ yo cain
1993, me and my g’s we come to sw-ng and bang
yeah bro, i know you know what i do i gotta do what the f-ck i gotta do, yeah

[hook – 4x]
gotta do, what i gotta do
gotta do-gotta do, what i gotta do
we come to sw-ng and bang

[verse 2: esg]
so b-tches back the f-ck up, cause ho you ain’t holding
you wasn’t even down when my n-ggas wasn’t rolling
and now that sh-t got thicker, this ho i had to hit her
sorry playa hater, he shouldn’t of been in love with her
a b-tch is a b-tch and a b-tch ain’t sh-t
you n-ggas just knowing that they ain’t nothin’ but hoes and tricks
n-gga 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 the ho for real
all the time, this b-tch is phonier than a four f-ckin’ dolla bill
and just to you n-ggas that i ain’t too fake
i f-ck her last night fried out, jamming my screw tape
it’s the e just jumping up, in and out and with my crew
and after f-ckin a b-tch i p-ss it around, so what you wanna do
undercover ho, you giving up that thang
hotel 6, 6 d-ck trick, you wanna sw-ng and bang?

[hook]

e.s.g and solo
(sw-nging and banging)
lil’ swift and lil’ nizick
(sw-nging and banging)
eb and botany
(sw-nging and banging)
big e and big d
(sw-nging and banging)
stee c and amberie
(sw-nging and banging)
stick one and cp
(sw-nging and banging)
and to my fool named jewel
(sw-nging and banging)
and the clique from them gardens
(sw-nging and banging)
the whole clark and the pizark
(sw-nging and banging)
that crest money in new orleans
(sw-nging and banging)
and to all the dope fiends
(sw-nging and banging)
that fo’ street and that bottom
(sw-nging and banging)
to 3rd ward and lake charles
(sw-nging and banging)
l.a. and oak town
(sw-nging and banging)
detroit and chi-town
(sw-nging and banging)
and all my fools from louisiana
(sw-nging and banging)
from memphis to atlanta
(sw-nging and banging)
and all my g’s in the penn
(sw-nging and banging)
and all my g’s clockin’ ends
(sw-nging and banging)

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