Swizzoe

{menacing

vinyl

crackle intro with sparse piano loop}

Yo, my name Swizzo Da Lok,

I ain’t no joke,

Step wrong with my crew,

disappear in the smoke.

Pull up to the club with my lady on my lap,

Limo A/C with the bass in the back.

So don’t act up—you better back up,

They call me Big Swess and the whole squad stacked up.

Pulling up to shows with about fifty women,

Money in my pocket and the candy paint glistening.

{g gritty male rap,

cold controlled delivery}

Yo my name Swizzo Da Lok,

I ain’t no joke Fuck around with my crew and you end

up smoked Pull up to the club with yo bitch on my

lap Got the limo AC with the Mac in the back So

don’t act up or get smack up They call me big swess

and you know that I’m strapped up (yeah) {menacing eight-bar hook,

doubled ending words}

Candy-painted ’64 with airbags and switches,

Leaving rubber on the road while we’re counting up the riches.

Silent as a cricket and quick as a mouse,

If you can’t find the Twiznuts,

they’re posted at my house.

Whole room wilding, bass in large amounts,

Got more game than the homie can count—and I’m out!

{subtle ad-libs, doubled phrases}

Yo my name Swizzo Da Lok,

I ain’t no joke Fuck around with my crew and you end

up smoked Pull up to the club with yo bitch on my

lap Got the limo AC with the Mac in the back

So don’t act up or get smack up They call me big

swess and you know that I’m strapped up (yeah) {menacing hook reprise}

{stripped-down piano loop fading with vinyl crackle and distant

drums}