"I Swear" lyrics
(feat. Cosa Nostra)
I'm back on the scene with a big bank roll
And that motherfucker swole, kinda hard to unfold
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Pounds of the kush, got loads of the snow
And it been that way since summer '94
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Scream "Back!" like he left something, did he?
Got a big bank roll of them motherfucking twenties
I been selling twenty dollar of the women
Front me on the money, I'ma front you on a grammy
I got them all wondering what the hell he doing
Bitch, I got a neck about the size of Patrick Ewing
And the money come faster, stack it up tall
So when it time to put it, gonna fall 'til we fall
Front on the scene with a big bank roll
You know, I swear to God that bitch won't fold
I'm a young ass nigga, let that be told
But one thing about it, ho, my money real old
Since I'm the talk of the town, XL be my dog
Tell Sandra Rose she can put this in her blog
Ellen Marc on the chart, shawty stay sharp
Shawty go hard, man, I swear to God
I'm back on the scene with a big bank roll
And that motherfucker swole, kinda hard to unfold
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Pounds of the kush, got loads of the snow
And it been that way since summer '94
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Six Ward CJ, damn I love to ball
I made a couple juugs then I blowed it with my dogs
Racks in my pocket, yeah, they in there longways
Try to take what? Shoot your ass from long ways
Bank roll in every pocket, you know a nigga clock it
No, motherfucker, stop it, anything I want I cop it
Old school, new school, yeah, them bitches running
They something like me, how I be racing for the money
All bands ain't covered, goddamn, I'm sorry
D4L Records and I'm Jurrarri
I'm a bad boy, like Mike Lowrey
I like my car fast, I'm talking Ferrari
Two hundred on the dash, bought that bitch cash
If a nigga don't like it, he can kiss my ass
If a bitch don't like it, she can suck my dick
Rob Jurrarri? Nigga, I wish!
I'm back on the scene with a big bank roll
And that motherfucker swole, kinda hard to unfold
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Pounds of the kush, got loads of the snow
And it been that way since summer '94
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
And that motherfucker swole, kinda hard to unfold
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Pounds of the kush, got loads of the snow
And it been that way since summer '94
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Scream "Back!" like he left something, did he?
Got a big bank roll of them motherfucking twenties
I been selling twenty dollar of the women
Front me on the money, I'ma front you on a grammy
I got them all wondering what the hell he doing
Bitch, I got a neck about the size of Patrick Ewing
And the money come faster, stack it up tall
So when it time to put it, gonna fall 'til we fall
Front on the scene with a big bank roll
You know, I swear to God that bitch won't fold
I'm a young ass nigga, let that be told
But one thing about it, ho, my money real old
Since I'm the talk of the town, XL be my dog
Tell Sandra Rose she can put this in her blog
Ellen Marc on the chart, shawty stay sharp
Shawty go hard, man, I swear to God
I'm back on the scene with a big bank roll
And that motherfucker swole, kinda hard to unfold
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Pounds of the kush, got loads of the snow
And it been that way since summer '94
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Six Ward CJ, damn I love to ball
I made a couple juugs then I blowed it with my dogs
Racks in my pocket, yeah, they in there longways
Try to take what? Shoot your ass from long ways
Bank roll in every pocket, you know a nigga clock it
No, motherfucker, stop it, anything I want I cop it
Old school, new school, yeah, them bitches running
They something like me, how I be racing for the money
All bands ain't covered, goddamn, I'm sorry
D4L Records and I'm Jurrarri
I'm a bad boy, like Mike Lowrey
I like my car fast, I'm talking Ferrari
Two hundred on the dash, bought that bitch cash
If a nigga don't like it, he can kiss my ass
If a bitch don't like it, she can suck my dick
Rob Jurrarri? Nigga, I wish!
I'm back on the scene with a big bank roll
And that motherfucker swole, kinda hard to unfold
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
Pounds of the kush, got loads of the snow
And it been that way since summer '94
I swear to God, yeah, I swear to God, yeah
