Swangin’ and Bangin’ 1994 lyrics

[Pre-Hook]
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do-gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do-gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do-gotta do, what I gotta do

[Hook]
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang

[Verse 1: Nell]
Swang, swang gotta get on my grind
Spittin' that sickly swang
Poison your mind with the intelligent lines
Just in a [knick?] time
Cracking your spine as I react to the chimes
I'm the seater to you
Court agenda two to inherit to get to my families rules
So I do what to do to just to handle my biz
sh*tting on these n*ggas like I was a laxative
Cause I'm a beast and I have to eat
To provide for my kids
So I work them long nights
Abuse the stage mic while n*ggas get stage fright
And I do it just plain sight
Cause I'm young lazy and gifted
Rollin' with n*ggas that's blowing on that piff sh*t
Let me take a quick hit and relax my mind
No skateboard tip but I stay on my grind
n*ggas say it one time
Swang, swang gotta get on it
Now I'm flowin' so I multiply my rhymes like exponents n*ggas is donuts
In this south side in all black
n*ggas tote big gats wigs getting pushed back
And you know it's all that
[Hook]