M.o.p. - Downtown Swinga '98 Lyrics
[m.o.p. scratches]Cmon!Yeah!International!Downtown swinga![billy danze]Ayo what up cobra, its me (prime time!)Pd, I get better with time like a fine wineYou see, ever since I was a youthI promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truthI never been accused, of perjuryI will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder meYou heard of me, (hilfigga!)Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!)Yeah but I try not to show it babyCuz if I got to show skill, I willIm comin from brownsville, (downtown)Swingin this ? bump bill ? , bringin it so ill(you niggas been warned)If I get to side steppin and grippin my weapon its onOnce I stretch em Im gone, the old thug way(no need to stress him he gone)The no love way***** him, *****sucker Im lettin you knowYou lookin for brook, you went to fizzy ro, we downtownChorus 2x: lil fame and billy danzeWho bringin this?Downtown swinga!Swingin thisDown here we be the kings of thisNever gassed to do, what I have to doSplashin you, blastin you, international![lil fame]Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallionIm all american slash trinidadianI make a dummy fold, dig him for his money rollTake the dummys soul, blast shots in your skully yoMister fizzy ro gettin busy yoMake mother*****ers ask, what the ***** is he yo?I tote the 4 5 when I feel Im doomed***** them cassettes I dont plan to die no time soonDown, down town swingaMash em out (no doubt) blast em out (no doubt)When its hammer time we crash the house, (no doubt)Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt)Yo I illustrate and design for those doin crimesTotin heat and, in the streets like yellow linesAnd im, here to represent for emSo bow down, to them cats that swing downtownChorus 2x[lil fame]Oh shit! its on niggaPack your shit, and get gone niggaHere come fame, bill danze and them, (right!)Aint no tame to handle em, (true)Cuz when Im on a mission duke, grippin a pistol dukeHot slugs be twistin you, its traditional(lets ***** back the chrome)And wreck the partyAnd Im that one nigga that ***** it up for everybody[billy danze]Get em up, clak clak!Hit em up, bookah bookah!Whet em up, bucka buck bucka!Shut em up, for goodWe regulate this hood downtown soldierAnd we will lay your ass down, told yaIn a heartbeat, this is our streets, were divided in crewsBet not nann one of you mother*****ers move, speak to me(make moves) wrong nigga to crossAlot of niggas found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire[scratches, samples to end]
