Swangin’ and Bangin’ (1995)

[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

[Chorus: Chuck D & E.S.G.]
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do, what I gotta do (We come to swang and bang)
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta, gotta do, what I gotta do (We come to swang and bang)
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta, gotta do, what I gotta do (We come to swang and bang)
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta, gotta do, what I gotta do

[Verse 2: E.S.G.]
So bitches back the fuck up, cause ho you ain't holding
You wasn't even down when my Gs wasn't rolling
And now that our pockets got thicker, this ho I had to hit her
Sorry playa hater, he shouldn't of been in love with her
A bitch is a bitch and a bitch ain't shit
And if you keep slippin, she gon hit you for a quick lick
Nigga stop roaching, trying to keep her up
Cause while you out there capping, she be blowing my beeper up
Now she's saying that she love you, you think the ho for real
All the time, this bitch is phonier than a four dolla bill
And just to show you niggas that I ain't too fake
I fucked her last night fried out, jamming my Screw tape
It's the E just jumping up, in and out her with my crew
And after fuckin a bitch I pass it around, so what you wanna do
Undercover ho, you giving up that thang
Hotel 6, 6 dick trick, you wanna swang and bang?