Dope Daddy's Poetry Kornerコミュのswangin' by dope daddy

SWANGIN

It’s a good day, so I aint gonna stay home & lie around
Gonna sprinkle down the load and wipe it down
Shine up the chrome and get the tires armor-alled up
Then roll hood to hood and later hit the mall up
in tha evening hit tha kourt & holla ball up
then Fall up My ride that’s beamin, glissinin and gleain’
Po-po in my rearview but their sirens aint skreamin
My music is loud, and they aint even pullin me over
I’m swangin and I aint even got my seatbelt over my shoulder
There’s love on the streets with these thugs on the streets
But everybody’s jus koolin so theres no blood on the streets
No ambulance, no yellow tape, and no chalk lines
I jus got my face bein touched by the rays of sunshine
Wishin that this hurr would happen to me more than one time
Yeah I’m a gangsta but fuk that everyday gang bangin
I rather chill out, peel out and be steady swangin



After I shower up at the krib, then I iron up my gear
On my way to da klub, I stop at tha sto to get to get some beer
I roll in the parking lot one deep where the niggas are pimpin
Aint no body mad dawgin aint nobody set trippin
They just like me lookin at the cuties with the booties walkin by
and sippin on dat drank puffin on dubies getting high
these shawties aint got attitudes they aint even bein rude
they smile when u say hi and conversate to make a good mood
after the klub she ready to hit da spot dat got some good food
eat alittle, drink alittle and tell me what she thank alittle
next back in the load where i start to tickle and kiss alittle
hug alittle and rub the middle pik the klik like a fiddle
windows fog, i turn the defogger on as she moans
I got that screwed & chopped fuk akshun cd on
she breaks me off some brain then I take her on home
then I’m gone – I got them yokohamas swangin on chrome



now most of my klose homies are locked up or buried 6 feet
that’s why I’m swangin on these streets rollin one deep
I kant fuk wit sum of these niggas kuz I swear they snitches
And I aint really tryin ta holla at sum of these skanless bitches
they like to seat on my tan gutz and feel my grain
and with a lot of bullshit they try to fill my brain
but I maintain run game & I’m still the same
now I get drunk & high why? I wanna kill tha pain
that I feel, one hand on the wheel as I’m drivin drunk
I turn up 2pac screwed and chopped to rattle the trunk
No good woman to marry, fake friends aktin scary
Damn I miss my niggaz so I visit to the cemetery
There I Drape bandanas on every homies’ tombstone
Flikkin my fingers in the moonlight, I kant believe u gone
I live for u, I die for u, until the day I hang wit u
In heaven, and thru the kloudz I’mma swang with u
Until…