Swing Ya Rag
Feeling real good right now
Play Cloths in stores
If you addicted to the fly, go get that shit
C’mon, Swizz
Alright (Alright) , okay (Okay)
Uh huh, I like this shit
I don't dance (I don't dance) , no way (Yes)
I just take my Louis rag out and
Wave it 'round in the air
Til the Casket Drops
Take my Gucci rag out and wave
It 'round in the air
Alright (Alright) , okay (Okay)
Classic in the making, baby
I don't dance (Don't dance) , no way (No way)
Uh huh i just take my Louis rag out and
Wave it 'round in the air check me out, ugh
Take my Gucci rag out and wave
It 'round in the air
I hit's hard like crack rock in ’86
Them niggas soft like baby shit
Niggas never gave me shit
So I ship ‘em off to Haitis quick
Mack bullets size of baby dicks
I keeps two guns up, ten toes down
It’s like the world’s taking aim
When you’re holding the crown
With the powder
I stays on the top of the mound
And keep pitching when they say
"No mo’ is in town"
The Devil wears Prada, gets money, pops corks
Drives Maserati, emblem like a pitchfork
Fucks the naughty hoes rápido
One-night-stand ‘em, then acting like
I can’t stand ‘em, shit
This ain’t rap, this is lifestyle lingo
The numbers so good on the squares
They yelling "Bingo!"
Connect asking, "What his name-o?"
George Jung-ing through the
Pipeline like Drano, p
Alright (Alright) , okay (Okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) , no way
I just take my Louis rag out and
Wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave
It 'round in the air
Alright (Alright) , okay (Okay)
I don't dance (Don't dance) , no way (No way)
I just take my Louis rag out and
Wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave
It 'round in the air
Who knew one day that lil’ Mookie
Would always be with the bird like Snoopy?
To selling his own shirt in the boutique?
I break bread with the Jews like Whoopi
I ain’t like rap since Kool G
"Road to the Riches, " KRS
"Love’s Gonna Getcha"
Want base? Signal to the pitcher
My crack measure in Richter, nigga, please
For this weight, they throw away the keys
It’s for this weight that niggas cop pleas
Best friends with a stranger’s face
Seeing how a nigga turn state
The line ‘tween love and hate, a thin one
Told the whole op’ and then some
It says a whole lot for friends, huh?
With this kind of pitch
They should give me the Cy Young
Live fast, die young
With this kind of pitch
They should give me the Cy Young
Alright (Alright) , okay (Okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) , no way
I just take my Louis rag out and
Wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave
It 'round in the air
Alright (Alright) , okay (Okay)
I don't dance (Don't dance) , no way (No way)
I just take my Louis rag out and
Wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave
It 'round in the air