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Swing Ya RagClipse

Songwriter: No Malice Pusha T

Producer: Swizz Beatz

[Intro: Pusha T]
Feeling real good right now
Play Cloths in stores
If you addicted to the fly, go get that shit
C’mon, Swizz

[Hook: Swizz Beatz & Pusha T]
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)
Uh-huh, I like this shit
I don't dance (I don't dance), no way (Yes)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Til the Casket Drops
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)
Classic in the making, baby
I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way)
Uh-huh
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Check me out, ugh
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I hits hard like crack rock in ’86
Them niggas soft like baby shit
Niggas never gave me shit, so I ship ‘em off to Haitis quick
Mack bullets size of baby dicks
I keeps two guns up, ten toes down
It’s like the world’s taking aim when you’re holding the crown
With the powder, I stays on the top of the mound
And keep pitching when they say “No mo’ is in town”
The Devil wears Prada, gets money, pops corks
Drives Maserati, emblem like a pitchfork
Fucks the naughty hoes rápido
One-night-stand ‘em, then acting like I can’t stand ‘em, shit
This ain’t rap, this is lifestyle lingo
The numbers so good on the squares, they yelling “Bingo!”
Connect asking, “What his name-o?”
George Jung-ing through the pipeline like Drano, P

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)
I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

[Verse 2: Malice]
Who knew one day that lil’ Mookie
Would always be with the bird like Snoopy?
To selling his own shirt in the boutique?
I break bread with the Jews like Whoopi
I ain’t like rap since Kool G.
“Road to the Riches,” KRS, “Love’s Gonna Getcha”
Want base? Signal to the pitcher
My crack measure in Richter, nigga, please
For this weight, they throw away the keys
It’s for this weight that niggas cop pleas
Best friends with a stranger’s face
Seeing how a nigga turn state
The line ‘tween love and hate, a thin one
Told the whole op’ and then some
It says a whole lot for friends, huh?
With this kind of pitch, they should give me the Cy Young
Live fast, die young
With this kind of pitch, they should give me the Cy Young

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance), no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)
I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Clipse

Real-life brothers Gene “No Malice” Thornton and Terrance “Pusha T” Thornton are the critically acclaimed duo, Clipse (originally known as Full Eclipse). Clipse makes up half of the group, Re-Up Gang.

Known for their clever, dense raps (mostly about cocaine), the duo’s 2006 album Hell Hath No Fury was the 6th album in the history of hip-hop magazine XXL to receive a perfect “XXL” rating.

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