Swishas and Dosha lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Pimp C (screwed)]
Know what I'm talmbout?
Like we always do about this time, b*tch!

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I got candy in my cup (Cup), candy in my 'gar ('Gar)
Candy on my wrist (Wrist), candy on my car (Car)
Smoking on this chocolate, my neckpiece is so sparkling
Man, I feel so aw-ka-ward when I ain't got no Barre to sip (Sip)
I keep a whole zip (Whole zip), a whole clip (A whole clip)
In case these pus*y n*ggas wanna trip (Ugh)
Fly high, boy (Boy), high fly, boy (Boy)
'Fore I fly high, looking them jackers in they eye (Eye)
I remember when a rapper was a go-getter (Go-getter)
Now, all these rappers is some ho n*ggas (Ugh)
Hide behind the guards at the show n*gga (Ugh)
Don't want no pus*y, homosexual, on-the-low n*gga
That's y'all (That's y'all), I'm from the old school (Ugh)
Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude
I know Short Dog (Dog), the real Short Dog (Dog)
You see me draped and dipped, stepped out the whip on Sunset Strip

[Hook: Pimp C]
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies
[Verse 2: Bun B]
f*ck n*ggas bumping gums
Real n*ggas be bumpin Screw (Screw)
So don't get bumped up just in case a real G bump into you
I'm like Bumpy Knuckles
Buck with nothing but Redi-Rockers
That's down for pistol play
(On who?) On boys that steady knock us
Got boppers that's steady jocking, goofy n*ggas in my ear
b*tch, I'm a self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass out of here
Weak n*ggas wanna plead they case (Case)
Just to raise up out my face (Face)
I ain't got that time to waste
Punch your mouth and knock out the taste
You MySpaceing and Facebooking
Playing games with them toys
I'm in the streets where gangstas meet
While you online with them boys
So step your game up, build your name up
Quit your talking and get to doing
All that planning and contemplating
When the f*ck you gon' start pursuing?
Cars ain't driving theyself, mansions ain't building theyself
They waiting for Ed McMahon
They need to stop feeling theyself
They wealth ain't comin until they earn it
But that's something they won't know 'til they learn it
While burning...
[Hook: Pimp C]
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
I'ma tell you pus*y n*ggas once again (Once again)
Ain't had no friends since I left the pen (Ugh)
It's some n*ggas I respect in the rap game (Game)
But it's some n*ggas I better not hear saying my f*cking name (Ugh)
You say I love a stripper (b*tch), quit pullin down my zipper (b*tch)
That ho was paying me, b*tch, don't try to play with me (b*tch)
You running from the fight, hiding, b*tch, I stay with it (With it)
You got a problem with me, go to Lil J with it

[Verse 4: Bun B]
This is UGK, get it? Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun
Trill OGs is staying hard, you coming limp, sipping son
They want it, we can give them some
(But...) Probably not what they wanna see
Trill-ass n*ggas, certified, ain't never been no wannabe (Naww)
Has-beens, never-was, past-due, outdated
Can't nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it (At all)
You talking down, but we coming up as well as coming down
So Pimp—sum it up, baby
[Hook: Pimp C]
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies
Swishers and doja
Blowing and driving
Benzes and Caddys
Swinging big-bodies
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