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Текст песни Mike D f Fat Pat, Mr. 3-2 - Swang Down

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(*talking*)Yo, you done tuned into radio Boss Hogg CorleoneYeah that`s right, Miggity Mike D and I`m backYeah 60 days out the Penn, putting it on you niggaz shouldersLike it go you know I`m saying, My Gift to the WorldMy Gift to the World, from the Don Corleone is to bless youWith all the greatest hits I done been on, you know I`m sayingSkeet taste you, for that Hoggin Da Game come outCause I`m fin to put it in your face, Corleone Family EntertainmentBaby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0-4 you smell me[Hook - 2x]Swing down, sweet chariots let me rideComing down slow, on the damn SouthsideSwanging on 4`s, slamming on do`sGripping your hoe, that`s the way it goes[Fat Pat]It`s the big sugar daddy, bailing none otherComing down with blunt, in the red and peanut butterNaw I didn`t stutter, popping trunks surroundComing down slow, watch a playa what clownOn the Boulevard, yeah my swangas we`ll mobI`m coming down the Boulevard, swanging on them hardMe and C.B., got the T.V. onGot my glock in my lap, riding till dawnMan it`s all goody, hit the parking lotPop trunk red neon, it don`t stopWatching hoes bop, cause we on that glassC.B. crawling, yeah I got on my maskWith my Sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smokeCause up in the C, and I`m gone off that dopeLeaning on the drank, so what you thinkI got my hand on my glock, plus I got my shank[Hook - 2x][Mike D]I swang on dots, floss on chopsHit the scene beat it up, like a boiling crock potDipping so low, in the Jag cockpitGot my paws frostbit, with six screens litFeeling like the shit, mobbing on twin Z`sPat in front of the Lac, I`m in the J-A-GSipping a skeet taste, with a cannon on my wasteIceberg to the drawas, putting it all in your faceShocking and body rocking, swanging side to sideCrawling wide body, with Palomino insideTell I`m a 84 glider, on the block gliderCatch me and 3 in the Pathfinder, with diamonds that`ll blind youSmoking on sticky, sipping lean in my machineThrough the parking lot crawling, hogging dogging the sceneWith my mug on mean, working sixteenSwanging on you boys, fulfilling ghetto dreams[Hook - 2x][Mr. 3-2]Lumilean to Eddies, money over bop hoesMy Diablo, and see six zerosNiggaz sturn like 84`s, and switch like kidsGotta move around, cause they`ll put it in your earsStill sipping but no beer, check up in my styrofoamIn H-Town Texas, my home sweet homeThe Governor and Corleone, P-A-T resurrectedVote for Mr. 3-2, to be reelectedMe Mafia connected, with the streets on lockEntertaining my peoples, on the fifty foot yachtI move a big body out to, bending corners turning headsFrom the Boulevard MLK, to the blocks of HomesteadWe flossing and flipping turning, tipping so lowBeating the trunk, and dropping the top real slowLetting the world feel it, realest from the Gulf CoastWe swang down up on the block, body rock with my folks[Hook - 2x](*scratching*)

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