Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swerve and Lean, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song The Humdinger, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2008
Record label: Nappy Roots
Song language: English
Swerve and Lean |
If them niggas wanna play |
Let them ball till fall dog |
Me, I want it all, y’all |
From here to Californi-a |
Hit the button, get the On-star |
Pull up if your front yard |
And fuck up your ordinary day |
It’s the N-A-P-P-Y, y’all |
On the grind 'cuz time’s hard |
Find me sippin' Grand Marn-ier |
At the bar with a bad broad |
Yes I drive a fast car |
Holla if you’re tryin' to get laid |
That’s on my son, Billy Kay |
Best believe I’ma get you paid |
And represent the motherfuckin' K |
How I was raised, that’s the way |
And you live by this shit, then you die by the same |
I ain’t trippin', puttin' half on the Jane |
I’m gettin' good about this math and even better 'bout my change |
I hug the lane like I’m drivin' with the wide load |
I’m comin' down, country clean, forever bona fide, ho |
So whatcha know about it? |
Ain’t nothin' slow about it |
That boy sure got it |
Give a fuck about nobody |
Swerve and lean |
Swerve and lean |
Swerve and lean |
Bounce with it, bounce with it |
Yeah, Skinny pull in a Range |
Not the sport, but the big body |
Supercharged, 24 inches, leather with the wood grain |
Sunshine or the rain, ain’t a motherfucking thing |
Hit a button, watch it take off like a plane |
For the cash, not the fame |
I’m the last one to laugh and get it all 'fore the fat lady sings |
See me shine without the bling |
Got a bitch to wear my diamonds and I got a watch they call a bright Lane |
Country clean on the right team |
Some haters want to fight me |
But I ain’t got nothin' but the flame |
That’s so bright from my forty cal' ri' |
'Fore you run your mouth |
Change your face like L’Oreal, dang |
That nigga sly with his slang slump |
Fifty-five, don’t give a fuck |
Especially 'bout no sucker ass, lame |
I come and snatch your lil' chain |
Put a hundred on the situation that you won’t do a damn thing |
Yo, they try to call me in-sane |
The way I flip it up the wall, man |
Bitches on my dick, 'specially 'cause the way I let my nuts hang |
They call me billy big balls |
Ain’t shit she can tell me dog |
I’m raw for seven, twenty-four, damn |
I know I’m worth a couple hundred grand |
And I ain’t spittin' another verse until I got my money in my hand |
And we gon' stick to the plan |
Swerve and lean on these suckers |
Makin' sure you city slickers understand |
That the dollars never made the man |
Plain as day they never did |
Nappy’s what I represent |
I run this shit, call me Skinny D, the president |
Drop it down so effortless |
I’m slummer than you’ve ever been |
Bounce with it, bounce with it |
Bounce with it, bounce with it |