Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swished Intro, artist - E.S.G.. Date of issue: 15.04.2002
Song language: English
Swished Intro |
| Here we come here we come, here we come through the do' |
| Here we come here we come, they can’t stop us no mo' |
| Two thugs bout to explode, dropping low |
| We the shit huh, somebody blunt you come on |
| I’m nineteen on 20's, every time I floss |
| I’m nineteen in the clean, quarter million dollar house |
| I hit the club and pour mo', like the drank don’t cost |
| Got smart left the House, just so I could be boss |
| I wasn’t hating I just know, I can do what Watts do |
| Probably not dropping screwed, but I can lead my own crew |
| Sign a contract with who, for what, and why |
| I wanna be a CEO, and I got enough cash to try |
| If I fail oh well, I’m still gon make mail |
| Cause tapes, CD’s and LP’s, ain’t the only thing that sell |
| When niggas capping I don’t shut up, I can add to that |
| Not Lil Troy but Slim Thug, gon stay sitting fat |
| I’m a underground Hogg, you better ask somebody |
| I’m a young Hogg that ball, you better ask somebody |
| When its time to get my grind on, I grind |
| But when its time to get my shine on, I shine |
| Now who really the best, since Pac ain’t here |
| Must be E.S.G., so when I drop this year |
| Now Lil D I bring fear, and my drop sitting low |
| I’m on my twins on swoll, like Scottie Pippen hoes |
| While we stepping on some toes, we keep the contract |
| Don’t give a damn where I’m at, I can tote a label on my back |
| Somebody say we too young, to do our own thang |
| Ain’t no ways to get paid, we bout to raise some hair mayn |
| Hey the world swanging man, I’m a bad actor dog |
| This year I’m a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog |
| Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers |
| Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little busta |
| Up to the park what’s crunk, I was Shining and Grinding |
| Dirty Third, sitting emcees got no need for reminding |
| Who’s the man, cause this is my year cuz |
| Can’t get with it, better get some bullet proof filled blood |
| From Texas to Louisiana |
| We got 'em jumping to this |
| Smell like somebody lost they manners |
| Oh that suck, we the shit |
| You wanna know if we rich |
| Girl you see these clothes |
| We two young Presidents |
| Ha, we CEO’s |
| Ten G’s a show |
| In every city we go |
| They hopping like some 6−4's |
| When we step in the do' |
| Now what you pay for kilos |
| They pay for these flows |
| You want a Staff track |
| You better add some zero’s |
| Can’t get it |
| You can’t have it |
| You can' touch it, I know you love it |
| But it ain’t up in your budget |
| In the eye of the public |
| Me and E, the main subject |
| Boss Hogg Outlaws |
| About to get rough and rugged |
| Your mouth, you better shut it |
| Y’all ain’t ready for us |
| E.S.G. |
| and Slim Thug |
| We like Startsky and Hutch |
| Five mics ain’t enough |
| Cause we platinum plus |
| Seven figgas is a must |
| If you fucking with us |