Lyrics:
Cocktail Swing

on lean Yea whatever, click or teen, strip for a scene Nigga burn a spliff one time Say bean and swing ya big body Benz and Ima swing mine Please don

run through it, everybody hands up Alright hands down money tucked [Beanie Sigel] I'm on fire like a molotov cocktail I'm high off them cocktails Dangerous

your thing together (put your muthafuckin' hand in the air) I want you to stand on up! Now I got something to tell ya (swing it from left to right) I'

big thing and showing off their cars I guess I'm neck deep in it and starting to drown Along the wannabes in swinging London town Swinging London town Swinging London town Swinging

, Black Sheep, let it be known Cooler than ice, hamming it up, keeping it's own Making it knock, all the way from the writer's block Geek in ox tails with cocktails

that part of you wants to touch And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments Mood swinging upon

this cat that I won't spend Smooth talker with an export cigarette I don't believe I ever saw him without a cocktail in his hand And no one swings as

real mental penetration, our education's liberation? Things ain't gon' never be the same Things ain't gon' never be the same At 6-9 there's a rally and it's swinging

forcer, j'suis souple. En parfaite harmonie, avec le beat on s'accouple. Quelle cruaute, j'manque pas d'audace j'suis culotte, Savoure la verite du cocktail