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Song title: M.o.p. - Downtown Swinga '98

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[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 wine
You see, ever since I was a youth
I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I never been accused, of perjury
I will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder me
You heard of me, (hilfigga!)
Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!)
Yeah but I try not to show it baby
Cuz if I got to show skill, I will
Im 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 on
Once I stretch em Im gone, the old thug way
(no need to stress him he gone)
The no love way
Fuck him, cocksucker Im lettin you know
You lookin for brook, you went to fizzy ro, we downtown

Chorus 2x: lil fame and billy danze
Who bringin this?
Downtown swinga!
Swingin this
Down here we be the kings of this
Never gassed to do, what I have to do
Splashin you, blastin you, international!

[lil fame]
Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallion
Im all american slash trinidadian
I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll
Take the dummys soul, blast shots in your skully yo
Mister fizzy ro gettin busy yo
Make motherfuckers ask, what the fuck is he yo?
I tote the 4 5 when I feel Im doomed
Fuck them cassettes I dont plan to die no time soon
Down, down town swinga
Mash 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 crimes
Totin heat and, in the streets like yellow lines
And im, here to represent for em
So bow down, to them cats that swing downtown

Chorus 2x

[lil fame]
Oh shit! its on nigga
Pack your shit, and get gone nigga
Here come fame, bill danze and them, (right!)
Aint no tame to handle em, (true)
Cuz when Im on a mission duke, grippin a pistol duke
Hot slugs be twistin you, its traditional
(lets cock back the chrome)
And wreck the party
And Im that one nigga that fuck 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 good
We regulate this hood downtown soldier
And we will lay your ass down, told ya
In a heartbeat, this is our streets, were divided in crews
Bet not nann one of you motherfuckers move, speak to me
(make moves) wrong nigga to cross
Alot of niggas found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire

[scratches, samples to end]