Swing Camp Lo (Ft. Ishmael Butler)

[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 bar, the Henny splash
Tryin not to crash
Swervin got the la-la on the dash
Getting bent up in the armored truck
Stuck him for his glam
Shit is candy yams
Now we movin on the ancient lands
They using cyber vision
For the Valentino Gorabani
Fuck Armani Butter
We above these climbs
Hiest the harbours
Word to godfathers getting bleed
Chasing on somebody down to Venice
Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways
Thats how it was cus
Now they got us blammin at the fuzz
Its all gun and poses
On a bed of roses gettin shugged
Wrap him in a rug
Leave him on the roof till he stink
Hit the pool-hall
Flare the calico and watch em blink
Movin on Picaso
Painting my portraits and condos
Cuz when the Lo blows
Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey)