P: b*tch, this p world here, b*tch, ain't man except me
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, b*tch
Here go the money. you got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, b*tch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches
Gold they shinin down south dealin b*tches
n*ggas out that swamp, should I say new orleans?
Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
Rollin on blunts, n*ggas call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthaf*ckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin a ride
Cause n*ggas down south, n*ggas ain't playin
n*ggas talk sh*t, muthaf*ckas be layin
Down on the ground, just like 8-ball
Hit you wit yo nuts and yo g's up the ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block
n*ggas slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I'm a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
n*gga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, n*ggas won't y'all read about
Swamp n*ggas comin up, blowin like killa
Y'all ain't ready but I ain't mystikal, I'm a deala
n*ggas slangin cane, cocoa leaves up the brain
But it's a muthaf*ckin third ward, I mean a swamp thing
Chorus: swamp n*gga (uuuunnngggghhhh), swamp n*gga (8x)
Hey, in the middle of the muthaf*ckin south
n*ggas got gold in they muthaf*ckin mouth
On my way to chicago, to pick up me a stolger
I ain't even trippin off this sh*t cause I'm a rolla
n*gga ridin dirty, just like u.g.k
4 tech 9s, and a muthaf*ckin ak
n*ggas ain't playin, down south b*tch we bout it
I told y'all n*ggas in 96, damn, don't y'all doubt it
But n*ggas play the, try to play us like some b*tches
n*ggas done snuck up on you hoes and snatched some riches
From labels like no limit to suave to rap-a-lot
Independent, black-owned, b*tch, and we can't be stopped
Breakin bread--with the muthaf*ckin ballas
n*ggas check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas
Now y'all n*ggas mad, cause a n*gga famous
I think the president put a price on my anus
America's nightmare, but I'm not cube
I represent the muthaf*ckin red and the blue
? shoes? I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas
But n*gga I'm a swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga
Chorus
n*ggas in texas, sippin on surl
n*ggas sippin bort, n*ggas on that furl
n*ggas in florida, sellin dat water
n*ggas in baton rouge pushin dem quarters
All the way to shreveport to muthaf*ckin mississippi
Oklahoma, back to kansas city
5th wheel grill, n*ggas comin down
Fools gettin killed if they from outta town
6 15s in the candy painted cadillac
Bumpin break em off (don't make me break you off somethin)
Rollin tips like a maniac
Playa from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthaf*ckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all can feel dis
Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis
Craig b whipped it up with some b 12s
I slung it on the street to make the muthaf*cka sell
Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in
That's why I'm a swamp n*gga out there tryin to pay the rent
Chorus
P: swamp n*gga, ha, ha. we sho from muthaf*ckin swamp
It ain't a east or west coast thing, n*gga
It's a swamp thing. ha, ha
Tru 2 da muthaf*ckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast
And all cross the muthaf*ckin world, swamp n*ggas
On the muthaf*ckin rise