Swing (Camp Lo)

Don't give me your swing I got mines an' that's the thing Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings? Don't give me your swing I got mine an' that's the thing Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who names bell ring? Now for the grab the stash to the alley Varner any splash Tryin' not to crash, swervin', got the la la on the dash Gettin' bent up in the armored truck, stuck him for his glam Shit is candy yams, now we movin' on the ancient mans They usin' psycho vision for the Valentino Gorabani Fuck Armani Butter, we above these climbs, heist the harbors Word to godfathers gettin' bleed, chasin' on Savannah Down to Venice, tellin' sire 'bout my alley runnin' ways That's how it was 'cuz now they got us blamin' at the fuzz It's all gun an' poses on a bed of roses gettin' shugged Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof 'til he stink Hit the pool-hall, fled the Calico an' watch him blink Movin' on Picaso, paintin' my portraits an' condos 'Cuz when the Lo blows only the Lo knows who don' knows Don't give me your swing I got mines an' that's the thing Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell ring? Don't give me your swing I got mine an' that's the thing Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell ring? I don't hate players, I'm from the crown rhyme sayers 'Whatever kid' sayers get down with no delayin' I play my cards shark style, kings an' aces Welcome to New York, the illest of all places I never bleed even through this plaza of greed You got the rarest, true, ain't game in yo world Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades an' S curls I tilt my crown fly, I'm tryin' to angle you, girl The me an' you alliance, is no doubt the fly science We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style The million dollar necks, word, go 'head crack a smile My name is Ish an' that's somethin' even in this tish Of pimps, players, hustlers an' killahs an' they wish Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame Your complex attitude intrigue me, stronger than Blow You know, we can play the scenes like Pacino an' Pfieffer My queen'll shine on brinks three karats an' brighter Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter Them clown kids you dealt never belt I came around swift an' got felt That champagne brand name style got melt My man, Killah Jules put me close to these jewels Thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools Crush 'em, peace Yo, yo, don't give me your swing I got mines an' that's the thing It's not your swing, it's mines an' that's the thing So all that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings? All that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?