| Song | Downtown Swinga '98 |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | First Family 4 Life |
| 作曲 : Grinnage, Martin, Murry | |
| C'mon! | |
| Yeah! | |
| International! | |
| Downtown swinga! | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!) | |
| Pd, i get better with time like a fine wine | |
| You see, ever since i was a youth | |
| I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth | |
| I never been accused, of perjury | |
| I will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder me | |
| You heard of me, (hilfigga!) | |
| Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!) | |
| Yeah but i try not to show it baby | |
| Cuz if i got to show skill, i will | |
| I'm comin from brownsville, (downtown) | |
| Swingin this ? bump bill ? , bringin it so ill | |
| (you niggas been warned) | |
| If i get to side steppin and grippin my weapon it's on | |
| Once i stretch 'em i'm gone, the old thug way | |
| (no need to stress him he gone) | |
| The no love way | |
| Fuck him, cocksucker i'm lettin you know | |
| You lookin for brook, you went to fizzy ro, we downtown | |
| Chorus 2x: lil fame and billy danze | |
| Who bringin this? | |
| Downtown swinga! | |
| Swingin this | |
| Down here we be the kings of this | |
| Never gassed to do, what i have to do | |
| Splashin you, blastin you, international! | |
| [lil fame] | |
| Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallion | |
| I'm all american slash trinidadian | |
| I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll | |
| Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in your skully yo | |
| Mister fizzy ro gettin busy yo | |
| Make motherfuckers ask, "what the fuck is he yo?" | |
| I tote the 4 5 when i feel i'm doomed | |
| Fuck them cassettes i don't plan to die no time soon | |
| Down, down town swinga | |
| Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt) | |
| When it's hammer time we crash the house, (no doubt) | |
| Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt) | |
| Yo i illustrate and design for those doin crimes | |
| Totin heat and, in the streets like yellow lines | |
| And i'm, here to represent for 'em | |
| So bow down, to them cats that swing downtown | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| [lil fame] | |
| Oh shit! it's on nigga | |
| Pack your shit, and get gone nigga | |
| Here come fame, bill danze and them, (right!) | |
| Aint no tame to handle 'em, (true) | |
| Cuz when i'm on a mission duke, grippin a pistol duke | |
| Hot slugs be twistin you, it's traditional | |
| (let's cock back the chrome) | |
| And wreck the party | |
| And i'm that one nigga that fuck it up for everybody | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Get em up, clak clak! | |
| Hit 'em up, bookah bookah! | |
| Whet 'em up, bucka buck bucka! | |
| Shut 'em up, for good | |
| We regulate this hood downtown soldier | |
| And we will lay your ass down, told ya | |
| In a heartbeat, this is our streets, we're divided in crews | |
| Bet' not nann one of you motherfuckers move, speak to me | |
| (make moves) wrong nigga to cross | |
| Alot of niggas found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire | |
| [scratches, samples to end] |
| zuò qǔ : Grinnage, Martin, Murry | |
| C' mon! | |
| Yeah! | |
| International! | |
| Downtown swinga! | |
| billy danze | |
| Ayo what up cobra, it' s me prime time! | |
| Pd, i get better with time like a fine wine | |
| You see, ever since i was a youth | |
| I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth | |
| I never been accused, of perjury | |
| I will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder me | |
| You heard of me, hilfigga! | |
| Oh you better know it baby ill legit! | |
| Yeah but i try not to show it baby | |
| Cuz if i got to show skill, i will | |
| I' m comin from brownsville, downtown | |
| Swingin this ? bump bill ? , bringin it so ill | |
| you niggas been warned | |
| If i get to side steppin and grippin my weapon it' s on | |
| Once i stretch ' em i' m gone, the old thug way | |
| no need to stress him he gone | |
| The no love way | |
| Fuck him, cocksucker i' m lettin you know | |
| You lookin for brook, you went to fizzy ro, we downtown | |
| Chorus 2x: lil fame and billy danze | |
| Who bringin this? | |
| Downtown swinga! | |
| Swingin this | |
| Down here we be the kings of this | |
| Never gassed to do, what i have to do | |
| Splashin you, blastin you, international! | |
| lil fame | |
| Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallion | |
| I' m all american slash trinidadian | |
| I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll | |
| Take the dummy' s soul, blast shots in your skully yo | |
| Mister fizzy ro gettin busy yo | |
| Make motherfuckers ask, " what the fuck is he yo?" | |
| I tote the 4 5 when i feel i' m doomed | |
| Fuck them cassettes i don' t plan to die no time soon | |
| Down, down town swinga | |
| Mash ' em out no doubt blast ' em out no doubt | |
| When it' s hammer time we crash the house, no doubt | |
| Regulate and clear the punk bastards out no doubt | |
| Yo i illustrate and design for those doin crimes | |
| Totin heat and, in the streets like yellow lines | |
| And i' m, here to represent for ' em | |
| So bow down, to them cats that swing downtown | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| lil fame | |
| Oh shit! it' s on nigga | |
| Pack your shit, and get gone nigga | |
| Here come fame, bill danze and them, right! | |
| Aint no tame to handle ' em, true | |
| Cuz when i' m on a mission duke, grippin a pistol duke | |
| Hot slugs be twistin you, it' s traditional | |
| let' s cock back the chrome | |
| And wreck the party | |
| And i' m that one nigga that fuck it up for everybody | |
| billy danze | |
| Get em up, clak clak! | |
| Hit ' em up, bookah bookah! | |
| Whet ' em up, bucka buck bucka! | |
| Shut ' em up, for good | |
| We regulate this hood downtown soldier | |
| And we will lay your ass down, told ya | |
| In a heartbeat, this is our streets, we' re divided in crews | |
| Bet' not nann one of you motherfuckers move, speak to me | |
| make moves wrong nigga to cross | |
| Alot of niggas found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire | |
| scratches, samples to end |