[Intro: Master P]
Bitch, this P world here, bitch, ain't man except me
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. You got da coke?
Here go da money. You got the coke?
I ain't comin' for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch

[Verse 1: Master P]
Jumped in my Cutlass, rollin' on switches
Golds, they shinin' down south peelin' bitches
N***as out that swamp, should I say New Orleans?
Richmond, California, imported me some dank weed
Rollin' on blunts, n***as call it Swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5 a muthafuckin ki
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax ya 2 G's just for takin' a ride
'Cause n***as down south, n***as ain't playin
N***as talk shit, muthafuckas be layin'
Down on the ground, just like 8-ball
Hit you wit' yo' nuts and yo' G's up the bare wall
Push you behind a pistol in the block
N***as slangin' ki's (*gunshots*) now somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas, I'm a dealer
Mr. Ice Cream Man, yo' neighborhood drug dealer
N***a dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From Atlanta to Texas, n***as won't y'all read about
Swamp N***as comin up, blowin' like killa
Y'all ain't ready but I ain't Mystikal, I'm a dealer
N***as slangin' 'caine, coca leaves up the brain
But it's a muthafuckin Third Ward, I mean a Swamp Thing
[Chorus]
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a

[Verse 2: Master P]
Hey, in the middle of the muthafuckin' south
N***as got gold in they muthafuckin' mouth
On my way to Chicago, to pick up me a Stoeger
I ain't even trippin' off this shit 'cause I'm a rolla
N***a ridin' dirty, just like UGK
Four TEC-9's and a muthafuckin' AK
N***as ain't playin' down south, bitch, we bout it
I told y'all n***as in '96, yeah, don't y'all doubt it
But n***as play the ..., try to play us like some bitches
N***as done snuck up on you hoes and snatched some riches
From labels like No Limit to Suave to Rap-a-Lot
Independent, black-owned, bitch, and we can't be stopped
Breakin' bread with the muthafuckin' ballers
N***as checks Billboard, yeah, and we shot callers
Now y'all n***as mad 'cause a n***a famous
I think the president put a price on my anus
America's nightmare, but I'm not Cube
I represent the muthafuckin' red and the blue
Shoes, I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas
But n***a I'm a Swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga
[Chorus]
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a

[Verse 3: Master P]
N***as in Texas, sippin' on syrup
N***as sippin' barre, n***as on that furl
N***as in Florida, sellin' dat water
N***as in Baton Rouge pushin' dem quarters
All the way to Shreveport to muthafuckin' Mississippi
Oklahoma, back to Kansas City
5th wheel grill, n***as comin' down
Fools getting killed if they from outta town
Six 15's in the candy painted Cadillac
Bumpin' "Break 'Em Off" rollin' tips like a maniac
("Don't make me break you off somethin'")
Playas from the south stack muthafuckin' G's
("Playaz from the south stack G's")
I got Beats by the Pound, just like quarter ki's
KLC put it on the scale so y'all can feel it
Mo B. D put it in the bag so y'all can peel it
Craig B whipped it up with some B 12s
I slung it on the streets to make the muthafucka sell
Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in
That's why I'm a Swamp N***a out there tryin' to pay the rent
[Chorus]
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)
Swamp N***a (UHH), Swamp N***a (UHH)

[Outro: Master P]
Swamp N***a, ha, ha
We sho' from muthafuckin swamp
It ain't a East or West Coast thing, n***a
It's a swamp thing
Tru 2 da muthafuckin' game
To the South, Midwest, West Coast
And all cross the muthafuckin' world, Swamp N***as
On the muthafuckin' rise