(*talking*) 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
[E.S.G.] 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
[Hook - 4x] Gotta do, what I gotta do Gotta do-gotta do, what I gotta do We come to swang and bang
[E.S.G.] 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
[Hook - till end]
(*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)
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