Swing Ya Rag

Lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] Feeling real good right now Play Cloths in stores If you addicted to the fly, go get that shit C'mon, Swizz [Hook: Swizz Beatz & Pusha T] Alright (Alright), okay (Okay) Uh-huh, I like this shit I don't dance (I don't dance), no way (Yes) I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Til the Casket Drops Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Alright (Alright), okay (Okay) Classic in the making, baby I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way) Uh-huh I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Check me out, ugh Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air [Verse 1: Pusha T] I hits hard like crack rock in '86 Them niggas soft like baby shit Niggas never gave me shit, so I ship 'em off to Haitis quick Mack bullets size of baby dicks I keeps two guns up, ten toes down It's like the world's taking aim when you're holding the crown With the powder, I stays on the top of the mound And keep pitching when they say "No mo' is in town" The Devil wears Prada, gets money, pops corks Drives Maserati, emblem like a pitchfork Fucks the naughty hoes rápido One-night-stand 'em, then acting like I can't stand 'em, shit This ain't rap, this is lifestyle lingo The numbers so good on the squares, they yelling "Bingo!" Connect asking, "What his name-o?" George Jung-ing through the pipeline like Drano, P [Hook: Swizz Beatz] Alright (Alright), okay (Okay) I don't dance (I don't dance), no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Alright (Alright), okay (Okay) I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way) I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air [Verse 2: Malice] Who knew one day that lil' Mookie Would always be with the bird like Snoopy? To selling his own shirt in the boutique? I break bread with the Jews like Whoopi I ain't like rap since Kool G. "Road to the Riches," KRS, "Love's Gonna Getcha" Want base? Signal to the pitcher My crack measure in Richter, nigga, please For this weight, they throw away the keys It's for this weight that niggas cop pleas Best friends with a stranger's face Seeing how a nigga turn state The line 'tween love and hate, a thin one Told the whole op' and then some It says a whole lot for friends, huh? With this kind of pitch, they should give me the Cy Young Live fast, die young With this kind of pitch, they should give me the Cy Young [Hook: Swizz Beatz] Alright (Alright), okay (Okay) I don't dance (I don't dance), no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Alright (Alright), okay (Okay) I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way) I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air