It's a Sunday afternoon
and the sun has went down
All the homies in the hood
is just hanging around
It's 6pm and we can't wait till 8
The barbeque is on,
it's like a neighborhood date
And ain't nobody from no other hood
comin' trippin'
Cause it don't really matter
if you're bloodin' or you're crippin'
It's about 7 .30, homies all dirty
Went to the house to take a
shower in a hurry
Beggin' everybody to earn your fix
And when you get to the bar,
the queue is 8 .06
The bass is like bumpin',
the queue is like jumpin'
And all the homies said, girl,
let me tell you somethin'
It's about that time,
forscan to bust a rhyme
But as I start the flow rolls up one time
But ain't nobody trippin'
cause it's all legit
Throw your fingers in the air
and say roll on trick
Cause I pro ceed indeed to
play birds with the OG's
And peep the cuties in the
Daisy Duke type jeans
I shoot my game like a
G and I don't lag
The little kids in the parks
wearing freestag
Remember this about the good
and the bad times
Pour out some liquor for your family
and your homies die
Today's a good day created
by Dane Vane
So far I've been dreamin' things
for the Ghetto Swing
It's the Ghetto, Ghetto Swing
All day, all day, do we get a thing?
It was one of those days
and I was bored as hell
Bought a ounce of chronic
but I still don't sell
Called my homie on the phone,
did he hear the clock?
He said the party gon' be
jumpin' round nine o 'clock
I told my partner cool,
then I hung up the phone
Took a shower, jumped out,
and took the radio on
I went to the closet to pick out my fit
My pager went off, it had 916
I just cracked a smile
and said that's S -U -G
And 916 mean he'll be over at 3
So I put on my khakis and my Reebok punks
A black t -shirt,
then I rolled up a blunt
Cruisin' round the hood about 515
Me and O .G., Suge, and the Lack O .D.'s
Stopped at G's house,
but there's no one home
So I called my little brother
on the cellophane
To see what's up and
what he bout to do
He said, cake came through,
and he headed to the barbecue
And it ain't no dame
Went home, parked the Lack,
cause it's time to change
Jumped in the drop with the 16 switches
Hit the barbecue,
pullin' nothin' but them bitches
You know the game gon' change
It's gang, listen to house, fool
And it's the ghetto swang
It's the ghetto, it's the ghetto
It's swang, ghetto swang
All day, all day, all day
Do the ghetto thang s
It's the ghetto, it's the ghetto
It's swang, ghetto swang
Gonna lay all day
Doing good and bad
So get up, get up
Swing, get up, swing
Gonna lay all day
Doing good and bad
So get up, get up
Swing, get up,
All day, day, all day,
do we get a thing?
Get a swing, get a swing
Get a thing, get a thing