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Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P. - Downtown Swinga `98

[M.O.P. scratches]
C`mon!
Yeah!
International!
Downtown Swinga!

[Billy Danze]
Ayo what up cobra, it`s 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
I`m 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 it`s on
Once I stretch `em I`m gone, the old thug way
(no need to stress him he gone)
The no love way
Fuck him, cocksucker I`m 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
I`m all American slash Trinidadian
I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll
Take the dummy`s 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 I`m doomed
Fuck them cassettes I don`t plan to die no time soon
Down, Down town swinga
Mash `em out (no doubt) blast `em out (no doubt)
When it`s 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 I`m, here to represent for `em
So bow down, to them cats that swing Downtown

CHORUS 2X

[Lil Fame]
Oh shit! It`s 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 I`m on a mission duke, grippin a pistol duke
Hot slugs be twistin you, it`s traditional
(let`s cock back the chrome)
And wreck the party
And I`m 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, we`re 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]

 

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