Don't Forget the Swishers

[Chorus] We gon' have a good time away from the drama So leave your bullshit at the door We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over They ask what we want from the store If you could grab me some swishers Some cups and some liquor And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good Let's have some time as we should But don't forget the swishers [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] In real life my rap name got charisma to it I figure, damn, I might as well do something bigger to it I don't want no famous features, let my niggas do it Sometimes I just think to myself like how Big would do it My old bitches keeping tabs on every move I make And she gon' say I ain't shit no matter who I date And them niggas she around now is excatly who I ain't While all the girls is in my ear like (Dom do your thing) [Verse 2: cARTer] I smoke with bad chicks with fake tits keep that on the DL All hugged up on me, bitch you ain't my female Where your girls at? not for my pawtnas though I'm tryna fuck em too, just being honest hoe Your girl over here misbehaving Delete the iChats, can't leave no traces When this girls come, throw out some Trey shit Like the candles, something basics I told her bring some chick-fil-a, she got a nigga waiting [Chorus] We gon' have a good time away from the drama So leave your bullshit at the door We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over They ask what we want from the store If you could grab me some swishers Some cups and some liquor And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good Let's have some time as we should But don't forget the swishers [Verse 3: Like] Private location, kush in rotation Playing playstation, fresh on my vacation I like em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Caucasian As long as they thick, small waist and low maintenance Gold digging hoes, who receive no payment Not now, not ever, not even on ocassion Like 5 or 6 chicks in my living room wasted Smoking blunt after blunt, boy I can't wait to taste it Somebody knocking at my door with a heavy ass hands It's my home girl showing up with her heavy ass friend I'm like, damn, why you bring her here, she always wanna trip With her chubby ass, how she eat the salsa with no chips We gotta make another store run, she costed me a grip Anyway dude I'm after her, let me holler at these chicks Another hour passes, shit One of these hoes I gotta hit Plus we be smoking back to back and yeah that Rossi got me tip [Verse 4: King Chip] Cold chilling, sipping some of the finest out the corner store Maybe we could get these pretty girls and get down on the low Kush is present, but them shells is absent, how we gonna smoke? Sometimes rolling papers but them shit be going out you know I'm trying to go straight to Cloud 19 with no layovers or hangovers Two Range Rovers parked outside when the come over And they old enough to know we are cold, we are grown And I hope you brought them shells like motherfucking told [Chorus] We gon' have a good time away from the drama So leave your bullshit at the door We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over They ask what we want from the store If you could grab me some swishers Some cups and some liquor And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good Let's have some time as we should But don't forget the swishers [Verse 5: BeYoung] I been waiting all day, yeah boo I miss ya I wanna spend time, but first I'm getting lit up Split em, barely lick em, I'ma let you roll Got a fat dub sack, tryna get off in my zone Take a couple to the dome, the big tree monster Playing Al Green, feel like I'm at the concert Let me make your mind work, go make that run for me Don't forget the swishers, take a couple bucks from me [Verse 6: Mibbs] Yeah, she knows she got a weak spot for me That's why she grab the swishers from weed shop for me My feisty little chick who like the eavesdrop on me If this was New York, she be my Reebok shorty She got the 40s, the swishers, the optimos And she brought some home girls, now it's time to rock 'n roll Eyes low, smoking on some tropico Man all this toking got me floating, now I'm open like an envelope [Chorus] We gon' have a good time away from the drama So leave your bullshit at the door We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over They ask what we want from the store If you could grab me some swishers Some cups and some liquor And tell your home girls don't bring no niggas, we good Let's have some time as we should But don't forget the swishers