Текст песни Intro - Swishahouse

Almighty King Koopa
It's the color changing clique
We still here, we ain't went nowhere
Swishahouse, listen

Man, come here, that nigga still handling steel
Hopping out the sedan Deville, ayy, man, just chill
Leave him alone, see, niggas never plan to feel
The back hand until they talk that noise to Cam and his grill
I don't care, undercover still yearning to stop me
Same retailers I sell it to will burn 'em a copy
Then sell it to you, but the CD's burning and sloppy
They earning that dollar that I'm supposed to earn and it's got me
Pissed and agg', get in the slab, get me some gas
Fixing to drag this nigga, 'bout to kick me some ass
This be the last time I let niggas get me for cash
Get me some gasoline and burn his crib into ash
Hol' up, why Snickers is cheap, saying I charge too much
'Cause I'm raw, nigga, what? Y'all can't compete, y'all niggas suck
If I gotta deal with the embarrassment of y'all niggas stuff
Then more money will ease the pain, pour out that bar in your cup
Hol' up, why it's bootleggers? Them niggas be scared
But a mind full of scared is better than a mind full of lead
Nightmare, wake up, pillow red, mind in his bed
Naw, Koopa's joking, go back to sleep, never mind what he said
Look for that first round draft picks, nothing but net
I got a homie street sweeper and his cousin is tech
Doesn't respect, I'ma put your tongue up in the deck
And put my dick in the speakers and put nut in your neck (Hol' up)