Swangin’ and Bangin’ [1995] E.S.G. (TX)

[Chorus: Chuck D]
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta, gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta, gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta, gotta do, what I gotta do

[Verse 1: E.S.G.]
1995, so fools give it to me
And this is for them buster ass niggas, who wanna do E
I never had no love, for them crooked 5-0s
Chrome mirror 84's bro, and some low pro vogues
Tight white bubble head lights, sheisty Gs pause
Damn there go the laws, got me stuffin' my yay up under my draws
Tryna jack this G, cause I'm caught up in my click
I ain't with it, they jackin' me down cause I didn't pay my tickets
But uh, you fools you know I got my hand on my Glock
And my left is on my steering wheel, so watch me buck a cop
4 deep in a 'Lac yeah, coming down tight
Swiggity swangin' biggity bangin', like I'm turning left
I'm biggity bustin a right
And now you know in and out, out and in I dip
Damn them niggas in the south are a trip
And them homies steady mobbin', the shit's for real
With that fifth wheel grill, mo-mo wood grain steering wheel
Fuckin' around with four way and so to hell 'wit a three way
Candy painted be so wet, leaving drips up on that freeway
Baby give it to me, 'cause you know I won't quit
And I be mobbin' with my playas, extra gat on my hip
And to the fools down South, keep slangin' them thangs
1995, me and my g's we come to swang and bang
And now you know what my real Gs do
Sip syrup, swang and bang, jam nothing but that screw fool