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Swishas And Dosha

Know I'm talkin' 'bout?

Like we always do about this time, bitchI got candy in my cup, candy in my car

Candy on my wrist, candy on my car

Smokin' on this chocolate, my neck piece is so sparklin'

Man I feel so awkward when I ain't got no barre to spliffI keep a whole sip, a whole clip

In case these pussy niggas wanna trip

Fly high boy, high fly boy

'Fore I fly high, lookin' at them jackers in their eyeI remember when a rapper was a go getta

Now all these rappers is some hoe niggas

Hide behind the guards at the show nigga

Don't want no pussy, homosexual, on the low niggaThat's y'all, I'm from the old school

Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude

I know Short Dog, the real Short Dog

Who see me drapin' drips, stepped out the whip on Sunset StripSwishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and doshaFuck niggas bumpin' gums, real niggas be bumpin' screw

So don't get bumped up, just in case a real G bump into you

I'm like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin' but ready rockers

That's down for pistol play, on boy's that's steady knockersGot boppers that's steady jockin', goofy niggas in my ear

Bitch, I'ma self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass outta here

Weak niggas wanna plead their case, just to raise up out my face

I ain't got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out the tasteYou MySpacin' and Facebookin'

Playin' games with them toys

I'm in the streets where gangstas meet

While you're on line with them boysSo step your game up, build your name up

Quit your talkin' and quit your doin'

All that plannin' and contemplatin'

When the fuck you gon' start pursuin'?Cars ain't drivin' themselves, mansions ain't buildin' themselves

They waitin' for Annie Mae and they need to stop feelin' themselves

They wealth ain't comin' until they earn it

But that somethin' they won't know 'til they learn it, while burnin'Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and doshaI'ma tell you pussy niggas once again

Ain't had no friends since I left the pen

It's some niggas I respect in the rap game

But it's some niggas that I better not hear sayin' my fuckin' nameYou say I love a stripper, pullin' down my zipper

That hoe was payin' me, bitch don't try to play with me

You runnin' from the fight, hidin' bitch, I stay with it

You gotta problem with me, go to Li'l J with itThis is UGK, get it? Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun

Three little G's is stayin' hard, you comin' limp simply son

They want it, we can give 'em some, probably not what they wanna see

Trill ass niggas certified, ain't never been no wannabeHas been's, never was, past due, outdated

Can't nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it

You talkin' down but we comin' up as well as comin' down

So Pimp sum it up babySwishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodiesSwishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha

Songwriters

BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, STEVIE BELOW, CHAD L. BUTLER, STEPHEN J. RIDEAUPublished by

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