Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swagin and Bangin (Screwed), artist - E.S.GDate of issue: 31.01.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swagin and Bangin (Screwed) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Damn 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 click |
| 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 swangin 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 |
| Damn 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 swang and bang |
| And now you know, what my real G’s do |
| Sip syrup swang and bang, jam nothing but that Screw fool |
| Gotta do, what I gotta do |
| Gotta do-gotta do, what I gotta do |
| We come to swang and bang |
| So freaks back the hell 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 lick |
| 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 pass it around, so what you wanna do |
| Undercover fools, they giving up that thang |
| Hotel 6−6 hit trick, you wanna swang and bang |
| (*talking*) |
| Aww yeah, y’all know who this is, ha-ha |
| It’s that E.S.G. |
| baby, swanging and banging to that 9−5 |
| Now I’m bout to holla at all my playas nationwide |
| And all my boys in Houston Texas |
| (swanging and banging) |
| And what about, down in Dallas |
| (swanging and banging) |
| I can’t forget, San Anton' |
| (swanging and banging) |
| Yeah, we got it going on |
| (swanging and banging) |
| And all the playas in Atlanta |
| (swanging and banging) |
| My young fools, from Louisiana |
| (swanging and banging) |
| Them G’s, way up in Memphis |
| (swanging and banging) |
| I can’t forget about Chi |
| (swanging and banging) |
| And all my boys, in Detroit |
| (swanging and banging) |
| And what about, that Cleveland |
| (swanging and banging) |
| And all the playas in New Jersey |
| (swanging and banging) |
| And can’t forget, Killa Cali |
| (swanging and banging) |
| And all the fools, in Seattle |
| (swanging and banging) |
| Yeah, what about Denver |
| (swanging and banging) |
| I can’t forget, St. Louis |
| (swanging and banging) |
| Way down in Miami |
| (swanging and banging) |
| Ha-ha, fool |