Swizzy (Remix) lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro]
This the remix, baby!
Yeah!
You already know what it is
'Cause if you don't you just don't know nothin
sh*t, period! Stupid

[Verse]
You know me, I just be chilling in the Phantom, listening to opera
Gun is my bodyguard, call it "Kevin Costner"
Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots
You n*ggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Ha...
f*ck around, see a flock of red dots
Smoke good, eat good
Only f*ck a b*tch if her throat good, feet good
Just bought a Fleetwood
And I'ma put some D's on that b*tch
Looking like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks
I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my di*k
Young Money, Cash Money
And we gon' get the money, even if it kills y'all
And I'ma ride 'til the motherf*cking wheels off
George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on
I'm cold! Yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beating up your block—yeah, I get my Emmett Till on
In the New Edition—yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on
Keep a shotgun—yeah, I get my Jayson Will on
f*ck it, Swizz, I'm still going
Black entertainment—yeah, I get my Steven Hill on
Only to talk models—yeah, I get my Seal on
Make that chick rock, get my Amil on
Two girls, let 'em get they pill on
Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on
Hey, now why you that ice grill on?
I leave you lookin like you got a barbecue grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on
Real n*gga, I get my "Keep It Real" on
And they be lying on wax, like a earphone
Weezy Baby: the best from here on
Swizz, I'm in gear, homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No homo, let 'em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the Lear home
My girl, she get her Pam Grier on
She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
I ball, and you just Erick Dampier, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on
Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster
And we're gone!
[Outro]
I'm stuffed
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