[Lyric] Get Ya Swerve On (The Ghetto Dynasty)

[Verse 1]
I'm swervin' through West End, cruisin' in a drop-top Benz
I'm makin' ends, and I'm tryna get in some skins
But I see some busters on the corner and they start trippin'
I pack a gat, so you'll never catch the Flex flippin'
Because the Flex is always down to handle business
You can ask my homies Mega Box and K.I.D. Fresh
I live in Cali, now I'm livin' in the Southeast
You tryna front me, Im'ma bust you in your mouthpiece
You step into the hood, you better know the gang, loc
You claim Crip, you claim Blood or you claim Folks?
Don't trip, 'cause I used to be a gang member
I was cuttin' fools down like timber
Movеd out the hood and so I'm good, 'cause I stay down
Moved out thе Cali, now I'm livin' in the Eight Town [?]
I don't [?] with any busters 'cause my set's tight
And you know just how we do it on the West Side
Got game, keep game and I spit game
Super freakin' all the hoochies like Rick James
I'm hollin' at the homies rollin' titans
I'm lookin' at my pager vibratin'
Callin' up all the hoochies on the phone
As I continue to get my swerve on
[Chorus]
Who's in the hood? Who's in the house?
Who's in the hood? Check it out!
Everybody on the West Side (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in the Eight Town (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in the B'Ham (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in the Brickyard (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in Compton (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in Chinatown (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody on the East Side (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in the West End (Gotta get ya swerve on)

[Verse 2]
I'm still swervin' down the street in my Benzo
With the girlies throwin' offers in my window
Im'ma take my bitch to the car wash
Then drive down the street and let the crowd watch
So when you see me in the hood, honk your horn at me
I want a hoochie momma givin' up the nappy
Because I gotta get my mack on, nigga
And take a hoochie momma back home, nigga
Im'ma slap a jimmy hat on, nigga
Because I gotta get my stab on, nigga
Girls know that the Flex be packin' many dollars
I've been gangbangin' ever since I was a teeny bubba
Anything that's makin' money, yo, you know the Flex is doin'
If you try to gank – bang bang, you get executed
I'm in control, 'cause I roll with the big clique
Me and my guys are on the rise like biscuits
I look down and my pager's still paging
I'm looking at the girlies, and they're waving
They're steppin' to the Flex, because I'm single
They wanna get a piece of Mandingo
Hoping that the Flex will take them home
But I hit you on the phone, 'cause I gotta get my swerve on
[Chorus]
Who's in the hood? Who's in the house?
Who's in the hood? Check it out!
Everybody on the North Side (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in the B'Ham (Gotta get ya swerve on)
All the players rollin' Crenshaw (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody down in Long Beach (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody on the South Side (Gotta get ya swerve on)
All the players down in Memphis (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody in Houston (Gotta get ya swerve on)
Everybody up in Woodlong (Gotta get ya swerve on, fool)

[Bridge]
Oh yeah... check it out, y'all
This is K-Flex down with the Players Incorporated
This has been another Ghetto Dynasty Productions
Word to Connie Chung, fool, and remember:
Only you can prevent forest fires

[Outro]
Gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on, fool
Gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on, fool
You gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on
You gotta get ya swerve on, fool