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

Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches
Gold they shinin down south dealin 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 key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 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 ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block
N***as slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I'm a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
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 deala
N***as slangin cane, cocoa leaves up the brain
But it's a muthafuckin third ward, I mean a swamp thing

Chorus: swamp n***a (uuuunnngggghhhh), swamp n***a (8x)
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 stolger
I ain't even trippin off this shit cause I'm a rolla
N***a ridin dirty, just like u.g.k
4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin ak
N***as ain't playin, down south bitch we bout it
I told y'all n***as in 96, damn, 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 ballas
N***as check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas
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

N***as in texas, sippin on surl
N***as sippin bort, 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 gettin killed if they from outta town
6 15s in the candy painted cadillac
Bumpin break em off (don't make me break you off somethin)
Rollin tips like a maniac
Playa from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all can feel dis
Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis
Craig b whipped it up with some b 12s
I slung it on the street 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

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. ha, ha
Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast
And all cross the muthafuckin world, swamp n***as
On the muthafuckin rise