[Hook: Ishmael Butler, Geechi]
Don't give me your swing
I got mines and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
Don't give me your swing
I got mine and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring
[Verse 1: Geechi Suede]
Now photograph the stash
To the alley, Von and Henny 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 to ancient lands
And using cyber vision for the Valentino Garavani
Fuck Armani butter, we above these climbs
Heist the harbors, word to God, fathers getting bleed
Tasting on some 'juana down in Venice
Tellin' sire 'bout my alley villain ways
That's how it was, cuz
Now they got us blammin' at the fuzz
It's all gun and poses, on a bed of roses gettin' drunk
Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof too, he stink
Hit the pool hall, flare the Calico and watch 'em blink
Movin' on Picasso, painting my portraits in condos
'Cause when the Lo blows, only the Lo knows the no-no's
[Hook: Ishmael Butler, Geechi]
Hey, hey, don't give me your swing
I got mines and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
Don't give me your swing
I got mine and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring
[Verse 2: Ishmael Butler]
(Check this...)
I don't hate players, I'm from the Crown rhyme sayers
Whatever, kid – sayers get down with no delaying
I play my cards shark style, kings and 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 your world
Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (Uh!)
I tilt my crown fly, I'm trying to angle you, girl
The me and 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 and that's something even in this dish
Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killers, and they wish
You're pretty to me, put me in your frame
Your complex attitude intrigue me – stronger than blow
You know, we could play the scenes like Pacino and Pfeiffer
My queen will shine on Brinks, three karats and brighter
Finesse in foreign fabrics, Chris C.S. tighter
Them clown kids you dealt never belt
I came around swift and got felt
They champagne brand name style got milked
My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels
Thats dropped in the lesson, sent to crush fools (Crush 'em... peace)
(Lessons...)
[Hook: Ishmael Butler]
Yo yo, dont give me your swing
I got mines and thats the thing
It's not your swing
Don't give me your swing
It's mines and thats the thing
So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
All that blahzay blahzay blah who name bell rings
[Outro: Geechi]
Yeah... yeah...
What?
Hold up... yo... that blahzah blahzay blah...