Ya, dis me and I'm a dis ya back I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it
Translation: House Of Pain. I'm A Swing It.
Translation: Xzibit. I'm A Swing It.
poeple thought I'd die Thats just a rumour, though Others thought I'd follow up But now I'm numero- Uno, Dos, not Quatro Word to Kool Keith I'm a break
Some poeple thought I'd die Thats just a rumour, though Others thought I'd follow up But now I'm numero- Uno, Dos, not Quatro Word to Kool Keith I'm a
I'm going swimming Swing for the fences Sky's not the limit today Yeeeaah So far so great, get with it At least that's how I see it Having a
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm
me I'm just like medicine Shawty, I'm your insulin Baby, I'm your insulin I think ya need, I think ya need I think ya need your medicine Baby, I'm
my brain It's true Baby, I'm howlin' for you Alright There's something wrong with this plot The actors here, have not got a clue Baby, I'm howlin' for
I don't care, I was just having more fun than you And I didn't ask for it anyways Now I'm on TV, guess that's not cool Now I'm a sellout but I'm not
rockin' wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (Ahh) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part
not cry" Do you know that I'm gone then say don't die I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme Thought it was over but I crept from behind Wanna
gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade Mad games, pool tables and candy A little extra chicken loot be comin' in handy Check it
baby it's your world I know I'm coming on strong but that's me Whatever you want I can do it correctly So get ya mind right baby you Tina and I'm Ike
, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" I got a few hours left 'til a jet And I'm hopin' that it's you that a get
won't get i don't wanna settle down but now i'm willing to see i'm numb to the world and now i'm feeling you see you my little angel witout the halo
I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing Just a swingin' (Swingin') Yeah, and we'll be swingin' (Swingin') Yes, we'll be swingin' (Swingin
