"Uncle Swac (Interlude)" lyrics
I don't know why he just didn't go in the house
David Banner
Yeah?
Can you hear me now?
I can hear you now
All right
You know where I'm at
Where are you?
I'm right, I'm sitting right behind Mr. Willoughby's house
Okay
Listen, li-listen, you-I'm recording you right now, right?
Right
I need you to tell that story, this is going to be on my album
I need you to tell that story about how
When I got sick, when I was a baby in Chicago and you brought me from Chicago to Mississippi on two pounds of weed and Hennessy
You want me to tell it now?
Right now
Right now, I'm on it
Alright, go ahead
Yeah
I went up there and I had got, uh, little that I called
Back in the day we were rolling
He was sick, he was all, the stripper was in Chicago, trials and tribulations
I'd come over in the winter
To see him and I got my nephew and I-I'm rolling, and, uh
She wanted to worry about her, her baby boy, I said, "I got it"
[?] gave me to him [?] said [?]
[?] goddamn [?] and all
And I had a pound of reefer, and
You had a pound of what?
A pound of reefer
Aight, what's reefer?
What's reefer?
Marijuana
Hahahahaha
Marijuana
Pound of reefer, marijuana, and that damn, uh, field
And I had a martini, well I had two fields, but I had drunk
I had a Vanilla, I was stuck
We ride back
1975, fucking white on white, burning in
And my nephew, in my lap, he wouldn't sleep good
I put him on the reefer and fed him some of that Martel
We rode 751 miles
When the highlight gave him a lil Martell, he scooped up that
And I got it back to my mama house, and he just a smilin'
And look at him now
He rich than a-
He rich than a motherfucker 90, huh?
What?
He rich than a motherfucker 90
Yeah, he rich than a motherfucker pretty big, a motherfucker
Ain't got no words
Ain't got no fuckin' words
I'ma have to do this over
I'ma-I'ma record this and do this over and give it to you
Nah, this-
[?]
Nah, I like, I like-
[?] truth
I like it like it is, uh
Tell them something else
Tell the world something else
What's your name?
David W. Smith III
They call me Swac, they call me anything
Where we from? What state we from?
Uh, Mississippi
M-I-S-S, crooked letter, crooked letter
Any way you want to say it
Hahahahaha
But we die, we real niggas, we ain't faking
You got to know where you come from
To know where you going
All the truth I ain't free in America is a white man and a motherfucking black woman
Fuck it
Man I-I-I'm gon' go break that trend
And I give praise to my father for, for real
But we die, we real niggas, we ain't faking
You gotta know where you come from to know where you going
(Know where you going, know where you going)
David-David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David-David-David-David-David-David-David Banner nig-
But we die, we real niggas, we ain't faking
You gotta know where you come from to know where you going
(Know where you going, know where you going)
David Banner
Yeah?
Can you hear me now?
I can hear you now
All right
You know where I'm at
Where are you?
I'm right, I'm sitting right behind Mr. Willoughby's house
Okay
Listen, li-listen, you-I'm recording you right now, right?
Right
I need you to tell that story, this is going to be on my album
I need you to tell that story about how
When I got sick, when I was a baby in Chicago and you brought me from Chicago to Mississippi on two pounds of weed and Hennessy
You want me to tell it now?
Right now
Right now, I'm on it
Alright, go ahead
Yeah
I went up there and I had got, uh, little that I called
Back in the day we were rolling
He was sick, he was all, the stripper was in Chicago, trials and tribulations
I'd come over in the winter
To see him and I got my nephew and I-I'm rolling, and, uh
She wanted to worry about her, her baby boy, I said, "I got it"
[?] gave me to him [?] said [?]
[?] goddamn [?] and all
And I had a pound of reefer, and
You had a pound of what?
A pound of reefer
Aight, what's reefer?
What's reefer?
Marijuana
Hahahahaha
Marijuana
Pound of reefer, marijuana, and that damn, uh, field
And I had a martini, well I had two fields, but I had drunk
I had a Vanilla, I was stuck
We ride back
1975, fucking white on white, burning in
And my nephew, in my lap, he wouldn't sleep good
I put him on the reefer and fed him some of that Martel
We rode 751 miles
When the highlight gave him a lil Martell, he scooped up that
And I got it back to my mama house, and he just a smilin'
And look at him now
He rich than a-
He rich than a motherfucker 90, huh?
What?
He rich than a motherfucker 90
Yeah, he rich than a motherfucker pretty big, a motherfucker
Ain't got no words
Ain't got no fuckin' words
I'ma have to do this over
I'ma-I'ma record this and do this over and give it to you
Nah, this-
[?]
Nah, I like, I like-
[?] truth
I like it like it is, uh
Tell them something else
Tell the world something else
What's your name?
David W. Smith III
They call me Swac, they call me anything
Where we from? What state we from?
Uh, Mississippi
M-I-S-S, crooked letter, crooked letter
Any way you want to say it
Hahahahaha
But we die, we real niggas, we ain't faking
You got to know where you come from
To know where you going
All the truth I ain't free in America is a white man and a motherfucking black woman
Fuck it
Man I-I-I'm gon' go break that trend
And I give praise to my father for, for real
But we die, we real niggas, we ain't faking
You gotta know where you come from to know where you going
(Know where you going, know where you going)
David-David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David Banner nig-
David-David Banner nig-
David-David-David-David-David-David-David Banner nig-
But we die, we real niggas, we ain't faking
You gotta know where you come from to know where you going
(Know where you going, know where you going)
