Swing

Lyrics

[Hook: Ishmael Butler, Geechi] Don't give me your swing I got mines and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings Don't give me your swing I got mine and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring [Verse 1: Geechi Suede] Now photograph the stash To the alley, Von and Henny splash Tryin' not to crash Swervin', got the la-la on the dash Gettin' bent up in the armored truck Stuck him for his glam, shit is candy yams Now we movin' on to ancient lands And using cyber vision for the Valentino Garavani Fuck Armani butter, we above these climbs Heist the harbors, word to God, fathers getting bleed Tasting on some 'juana down in Venice Tellin' sire 'bout my alley villain ways That's how it was, cuz Now they got us blammin' at the fuzz It's all gun and poses, on a bed of roses gettin' drunk Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof too, he stink Hit the pool hall, flare the Calico and watch 'em blink Movin' on Picasso, painting my portraits in condos 'Cause when the Lo blows, only the Lo knows the no-no's [Hook: Ishmael Butler, Geechi] Hey, hey, don't give me your swing I got mines and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings Don't give me your swing I got mine and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring [Verse 2: Ishmael Butler] (Check this...) I don't hate players, I'm from the Crown rhyme sayers Whatever, kid – sayers get down with no delaying I play my cards shark style, kings and aces Welcome to New York, the illest of all places I never bleed, even through this plaza of greed You got the rarest, true ain't game in your world Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (Uh!) I tilt my crown fly, I'm trying to angle you, girl The me and you alliance – is no doubt the fly science We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style The million dollar necks, word – go head, crack a smile My name is Ish and that's something even in this dish Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killers, and they wish You're pretty to me, put me in your frame Your complex attitude intrigue me – stronger than blow You know, we could play the scenes like Pacino and Pfeiffer My queen will shine on Brinks, three karats and brighter Finesse in foreign fabrics, Chris C.S. tighter Them clown kids you dealt never belt I came around swift and got felt They champagne brand name style got milked My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels Thats dropped in the lesson, sent to crush fools (Crush 'em... peace) (Lessons...) [Hook: Ishmael Butler] Yo yo, dont give me your swing I got mines and thats the thing It's not your swing Don't give me your swing It's mines and thats the thing So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings All that blahzay blahzay blah who name bell rings [Outro: Geechi] Yeah... yeah... What? Hold up... yo... that blahzah blahzay blah...