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e.s.g. - swangin' and bangin' - screwed lyrics

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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
d-mn 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 cl!ck
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 sw-ngin 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
d-mn 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 sw-ng and bang
and now you know, what my real g’s do
sip syrup sw-ng 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 sw-ng and bang

[e.s.g.]
so freaks back the h-ll 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 l!ck
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 p-ss it around, so what you wanna do
undercover fools, they giving up that thang
hotel 6-6 hit trick, you wanna sw-ng and bang

[hook – till end]
(-talking-)
aww yeah, y’all know who this is, ha-ha
it’s that e.s.g. baby, sw-nging and banging to that 9-5
now i’m bout to holla at all my playas nationwide

and all my boys in houston texas
(sw-nging and banging)
and what about, down in dallas
(sw-nging and banging)
i can’t forget, san anton’
(sw-nging and banging)
yeah, we got it going on
(sw-nging and banging)
and all the playas in atlanta
(sw-nging and banging)
my young fools, from louisiana
(sw-nging and banging)
them g’s, way up in memphis
(sw-nging and banging)
i can’t forget about chi
(sw-nging and banging)
and all my boys, in detroit
(sw-nging and banging)
and what about, that cleveland
(sw-nging and banging)
and all the playas in new jersey
(sw-nging and banging)
and can’t forget, k!lla cali
(sw-nging and banging)
and all the fools, in seattle
(sw-nging and banging)
yeah, what about denver
(sw-nging and banging)
i can’t forget, st. louis
(sw-nging and banging)
way down in miami
(sw-nging and banging)

ha-ha, fool



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