Swing Ya Rag Clipse

[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