Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swerve and Lean , by - Nappy Roots. Song from the album The Humdinger, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |