Текст песни: Tru - Swamp Nigga








P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, aint man except me.

I aint comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch

Here go the money. you got da coke?

Here go da money. you got the coke?

I aint comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch



Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches,

Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches

Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans?

Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed

Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets

I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key

Fool, when ya hit me, its 18-5

I gotta tax em 2 gs just for takin a ride

Cause niggaz down south, niggaz aint playin

Niggaz talk shit, muthafuckas be layin

Down on the ground, just like 8-ball,

Hit you wit yo nuts and yo gs up the ? bear wall?

Put you behind a pinto in the block,

Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot

Call the cops, killas Im a deala

Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala

Nigga dats bout it, down south we rowdy

From atlanta to texas, niggaz wont yall read about

Swamp niggaz comin up, blowin like killa

Yall aint ready but I aint mystikal, Im a deala

Niggaz slangin cane, cocoa leaves up the brain

But its a muthafuckin third ward, I mean a swamp thing



Chorus: swamp nigga (uuuunnngggghhhh), swamp nigga (8x)



Hey, in the middle of the muthafuckin south,

Niggaz got gold in they muthafuckin mouth

On my way to chicago, to pick up me a stolger

I aint even trippin off this shit cause Im a rolla

Nigga ridin dirty, just like u.g.k.

4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin ak

Niggaz aint playin, down south bitch we bout it,

I told yall niggaz in 96, damn, dont yall doubt it

But niggaz play the, try to play us like some bitches

Niggaz done snuck up on you hoes and snatched some riches

From labels like no limit to suave to rap-a-lot

Independent, black-owned, bitch, and we cant be stopped

Breakin bread--with the muthafuckin ballas

Niggaz check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas

Now yall niggaz mad, cause a nigga famous,

I think the president put a price on my anus

Americas nightmare, but Im not cube

I represent the muthafuckin red and the blue,

? shoes? I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas

But nigga Im a swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga



Chorus



Niggaz in texas, sippin on surl

Niggaz sippin bort, niggaz on that furl

Niggaz in florida, sellin dat water

Niggaz in baton rouge pushin dem quarters

All the way to shreveport to muthafuckin mississippi

Oklahoma, back to kansas city

5th wheel grill, niggaz comin down

Fools gettin killed if they from outta town

6 15s in the candy painted cadillac

Bumpin "break em off" (dont make me break you off somethin)

Rollin tips like a maniac

Playa from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)

That muthafuckin g

I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys

Klc put it on the scale so yall can feel dis

Mo b. d put it on the back so yall can peel dis

Craig b whipped it up with some b 12s

I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka sell

Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in

Thats why Im a swamp nigga out there tryin to pay the rent



Chorus



P: swamp nigga, ha, ha. we sho from muthafuckin swamp.

It aint a east or west coast thing, nigga.

Its a swamp thing. ha, ha.

Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast,

And all cross the muthafuckin world, swamp niggaz,

On the muthafuckin rise.

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P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, aint man except me.

I aint comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch

Here go the money. you got da coke?

Here go da money. you got the coke?

I aint comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch



Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches,

Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches

Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans?

Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed

Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets

I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key

Fool, when ya hit me, its 18-5

I gotta tax em 2 gs just for takin a ride

Cause niggaz down south, niggaz aint playin

Niggaz talk shit, muthafuckas be layin

Down on the ground, just like 8-ball,

Hit you wit yo nuts and yo gs up the ? bear wall?

Put you behind a pinto in the block,

Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot

Call the cops, killas Im a deala

Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala

Nigga dats bout it, down south we rowdy

From atlanta to texas, niggaz wont yall read about

Swamp niggaz comin up, blowin like killa

Yall aint ready but I aint mystikal, Im a deala

Niggaz slangin cane, cocoa leaves up the brain

But its a muthafuckin third ward, I mean a swamp thing



Chorus: swamp nigga (uuuunnngggghhhh), swamp nigga (8x)



Hey, in the middle of the muthafuckin south,

Niggaz got gold in they muthafuckin mouth

On my way to chicago, to pick up me a stolger

I aint even trippin off this shit cause Im a rolla

Nigga ridin dirty, just like u.g.k.

4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin ak

Niggaz aint playin, down south bitch we bout it,

I told yall niggaz in 96, damn, dont yall doubt it

But niggaz play the, try to play us like some bitches

Niggaz done snuck up on you hoes and snatched some riches

From labels like no limit to suave to rap-a-lot

Independent, black-owned, bitch, and we cant be stopped

Breakin bread--with the muthafuckin ballas

Niggaz check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas

Now yall niggaz mad, cause a nigga famous,

I think the president put a price on my anus

Americas nightmare, but Im not cube

I represent the muthafuckin red and the blue,

? shoes? I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas

But nigga Im a swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga



Chorus



Niggaz in texas, sippin on surl

Niggaz sippin bort, niggaz on that furl

Niggaz in florida, sellin dat water

Niggaz in baton rouge pushin dem quarters

All the way to shreveport to muthafuckin mississippi

Oklahoma, back to kansas city

5th wheel grill, niggaz comin down

Fools gettin killed if they from outta town

6 15s in the candy painted cadillac

Bumpin "break em off" (dont make me break you off somethin)

Rollin tips like a maniac

Playa from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)

That muthafuckin g

I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys

Klc put it on the scale so yall can feel dis

Mo b. d put it on the back so yall can peel dis

Craig b whipped it up with some b 12s

I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka sell

Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in

Thats why Im a swamp nigga out there tryin to pay the rent



Chorus



P: swamp nigga, ha, ha. we sho from muthafuckin swamp.

It aint a east or west coast thing, nigga.

Its a swamp thing. ha, ha.

Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast,

And all cross the muthafuckin world, swamp niggaz,

On the muthafuckin rise.

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