June 27th Freestyle

[Intro: Big Moe] That nigga Big Ass Moe Chilling with my partner named D-Mo It's on his birthday we coming through In a nigga's trunk is a nigga named Screw And I got that boy Key-C in here And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea Coming out the 3, cutting hairs With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate I'ma come through bouncing on a scraping plate *DJ Screw scratching...* [Verse 1: Bird] I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts Pop the fucking trunk, the Neon lights gonna come Coming down the 'vard Acting hard, not fraud Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad Automatic ho, gotta yella ho Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock, I roll I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking "why?" [Interlude: Big Moe] It's them boys off that Long Drive That nigga D-Mo [Verse 2: D-Mo] Getting crunk on tha real-a I'm a nigga be smoking that killa Because we know we coming down and A nigga feel so trilla Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe Man let me get my shit right Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off Cause I know I'm gonna be the one To take a fucking loss 26, up in this bitch: be jamming Niggas coming down pop trunks just slamming Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades Niggas staying on me cause they wanna get paid Everybody late and I'mma just gon' play And bitches be tripping Cause they don't wanna ever stay Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad So I get my cash and I act mad I mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac A nigga coming down with blue and purple Coming down with the 5th in the back And I'm feelin so true Got much love for my nigga named Screw The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him He broke em all down and we all got high And niggas don't be tripping, don't Be doin no drive-bys Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red We like that fucking green and paper's what I said Big Moe wassup, in this bitch And this nigga's singing Coming through just like hell The bells are ringing Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo [Interlude: Big Moe] It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive You know we stayin playa made You know we gotta strive To the T-o-p, that's the top man I'ma come through nigga down to bring the pain If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know We comin down bald fades, not afros [Verse 3: Key-C] Now we chilling, now we just leaning And we coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird And you know we just hooked up on some syrup Now you know we gone, going real strong I'm thinking riding far, I'm thinking riding long Drop, roll, barre: that's what I want I'm coming on down jamming with that P-phone I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming And you know we smoke weed We don't fuck with embalming Cause that shit bad for a G like me I guess I represent Southside: lil' Key-C I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes And you know what everybody higher than a kite Or they just leaning in they seat Smoking swisher sweets Want some fucking crack Gon' and hit me on my beep A-I-R, sipping on the barre Nigga you don't understand Nigga in our car Got 4 TV's all up in the seats And I splits down nothing but them Swisher Sweets I'm just what reclining Nigga bumper climbing Man what's up in my mouth you see them diamonds Yeah everybody like "beware the night" I'm a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act scythe Gone break them hoes off Gone represent the South I'ma come through drinking lean And I ain't gonna cough I'mma let them boys know how far I can go I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low Keep my shit out they motherfucking mouth Because they be running I'm just gon' chill for a while Cause they know I'm coming I'm coming with something, looking kinda throwed I'm coming down riding with my partners, fuck a ho Those hoes be out to get you, for everything But I'm out there trying to come up and swang Or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade And you know I'm always on my paper chase Always get my green, always on my lean Me and Poyo finne pop up on the scene In a classic seat Yeah that's a Jeep And you know what We finne score a fucking Ki' So guess what, I open my dresser drawer Fendi jeans and a Ki', that's what I saw I saw a bunch of shit, now I be legit I'm just in the game And the Key-C ain't gonna quit I'm steady steady hustling Steady steady struggling Boys don't know and I'm tired of mean-mugging So I get my nine out cause they got some static Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic Flem got the 40 He gone get rowdy And ya don't want that shit Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature Fuck a player hater I'mma come through And you know I'm down to spray ya Let them boys know, in here with the Yungstar And he finne flow, and he Ain't no fucking punksta So I'm finne pass it Hopping like a rabbit Man I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it Under my damn bed Man I'm flipping red If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed But that ain't on my mind No I'm not thinking about 9 I'm thinking 'bout 18 Man it's my time To pop up on the scene And show my fucking naked Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it In a damn line Pop trunk, surround Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down Diamonds in our grill Tell me how ya feel Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grills The shit don't stop Tha hoes gonna bop Cause we gon' come through and we got hard rock Yep, always looking Hooked up with the clay, always cooking Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen Give me nine ounces Lemme get up on a mission Make my damn green So I can be like you We just in this bitch Chilling with my partner Screw Finne to give it to this boy Going flip his tounge Man go on, go on, go strong [Interlude: Big Moe] I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic His name is Yungstar You know that he's rolling tight I'm gonna bring him in and I'm coming down I'm coming down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town [Verse 4: Yungstar] Out H-town, showing surround by sound Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round I'm talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by Versace Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me As I slow the beat down, see the diamond face crown Wrecking whole H-town, coming through and we down With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives I'm gone come through, watch that boy, gots to go live Yes I'm going off, cause I gots to go man Watch I come through Watch I throw the West with my hand Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb Boys steady swerving Picking 'em up at Sterling Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns And they carved in stone, I can go on I can just flow gripping on a mobile phone It's tha Poterola, I'm a money folder Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder Grippin' on tha grain Cause so much pain To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin' with the grain Watch they see me as I pop and I shine I'ma break 'em off see that 5th just recline Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl TV/VCR, lay back on recliner And they just mad Draped an dripped in that Caddy Hoes get mad cause I ain't no mack daddy Gotta flip my tounge, yes be leaving them sprung Toss 'em off the lakes Bust some shit out some lung Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing Flipping with Poyo, and his Trunk is steady glowing See that boy me and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw Two-tone, blades Sipping, rolling with the whole crew Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel Boy had a seizure It's that '96, Keke locked, we gon' please ya Gots to wreck shop, '96, I ain't gon' stop it Gots to come through at that beach we gon' drop it I ain't gonna even play I'm thinking the MLK I might just flip a four Get crazed, sip Tangueray Or be on the flip phone These hoes be on my bone I might just come with marble Just to switch to Teflon These hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I might just come with Bourbon I might just go and get a wood strip I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it And when I come through Everybody wanna try to neglect They try to talk down Because I gots to go through the dark I see that boy Gregg & Wood Lost in that East Clark He's on lock, I ain't forgot That Yungstar wreck the mic That Screw done wrecked it up So you know they ain't gone like How we did it, it's that boy's b-day I can't (what) play Gots to sip that Tangueray I'ma still fool From tha Southside We don't bang bang, yes my mouth is what dry I'm gon wreck shop Gots to send it to that Miller Boys dead and gone Yes I'm a born thriller Gots to watch the scandal Shop at that Randall Hit that fuckin beach, with that what, Nike sandals Got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowing sweet Them hoes be on my dick Be blowin up it get so neat Don't settle for less These hoes gon try to impress That's why I break em off Then go buy a new pair of Guess I hit that Sterling, that Mervyn Them hoes they don't know me I might holla at Pokey Or go and get that 40 Them boys be steady doin it Knockin off the unit Hit that big bay We ain't dip it in embalming fluid Dripped and we draped out Know what I talkin bout You don't see my diamonds Cause them boys be just be comin out I'm a take and break the mic Yes that grip dun got me goin Yung's steady flowin And I'm steady what blowin Gots to pass it that Po-yo Cause that boy gon' wreck shop, watch me do it This ain't '94 ho [Interlude: Big Moe] Yeah yeah Chillin with my boy on his birthday I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone You know he's comin through with A pocket full of chrome [Verse 5: Big Pokey] A nigga on a mission, steady in the kitchen Pump steady itchin', boy's steady wishin' Talkin down on a nigga' name I'ma hit the boulevard gripping wood grain 19's gon' be turning, got the wood sternin Joe in the back got the chronic and it's burning Smoking chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo Sippin on the 8, I dun left the po foe I'mma come down sipping deuce Let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice Sitting sideways, boys in a daze On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze Maybe O'Jays, hoes be goin crazy Some say I'm lazy, wanna have my baby Ain't gone get me locked down I can't get locked, hold my Glock I'ma come down, hustling rocks on my block Cause they gone pay, gonna make my feddi Keep the beat steady drop Your drop on the belly Make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave Me and Screw you, what you wanna do Let me come down Po-yo got his crew Got my whole click, got to come down I'mma wave trunk, I'mma gon show surround I'ma hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and Sprites Riding in the 'burban, blades And I popped up twice Wood strip got gold, lettin' them boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes Chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist Dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris Moving keys, lemme chop em down In my safe I gotta key and a pound Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe With that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women Got to come through real sexy, not skinny Don't want no big fat bitch Can't let that ho ride with me on the switch Gotta be playa, gotta be a star Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre We gone do it right, get a room Later, ain't no hater Can't fade her, hit the boulevard When I bounce rocket skater Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed Sittin in my vault, cases got caught Had to come down gotta partna named Walt That's that boy Walter, I done had a daughter Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter It done got cold, money done unfold Let me come down with a wood Momo That's the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill House on the hill, got my mind on a mill On a mission tryin to get rich Down to hit a switch, let me come Down aww boy nasty bitch All up in my face, ridin got bass Late night on the what Screw with the Grace Actin bad with that Jut, Joe on the cut Got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard Got that Lil Three, and that Mans off that Botany Got that boy Joe thinking blades and Maserati Got that screwzew, bangin behind tint Windows tinted, I'ma slow up the speed limit Let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum I gotta ride oh boy, gotta bring the noise Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit Some in Alabama, some down in Asia I'm do it right move my cheese on my pager Beats '18, 735 with screens Teal green, I be shooting my machine Like a trained marine, I'm on a Mission with my rappin When a nigga steppin, nigga ain't no preppin In my corner cause yous a goner I'm smoking marijuana Broke em off when I snatched my diploma I walked across the stage I turned the page, no more minimum wage And my corner got paid Kept feddi, kept it steady My partna named Reggie I'm 330, so niggas say I'm heavy Hitin real hard, never did roid Fat ass nigga, we'll fuck a yella broad Are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down Swang and swangin, and my diamond Gonna shine in my mouth I'm from the South, what ya talkin bout The haters rollin up so I got my Glock cocked I ain't no ho, letten em know, Im Finne erupt like a volcano Me and my partna Zano Ron G, it's that runna, steady smokin Gunja I'm a come down bunch of money Boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit Boys wanna have it, breakin boys Off 2 times dag nab it Lemme hurt em, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer Hooked up with some boys back in the game Ima show them boys throw my Picture in the frame Ain't gone be lame, a partna named Shane Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain Gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy Got a bitch, yellow bone broad, yeah she happy Watch that Mo-yo, finne solo Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow [Interlude: Big Moe]: Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey Ima comin out the Southside Representing tha Three I'm comin down playa made, and ya know I'm real I'm down out the South, down to pop me a pill I'm rollin wood grain, down that South main I'm out the South ya know I'm down Fuckin to bring the pain Because we comin down and my Little boys gone wreck We comin down, yellow broads we Puttin hoes in check [Verse 6: Kay-Luv] 20:55 Yea we goin and the sweets are still burnin Popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning With tha cool and that Busta Rhymes Hit that Po on that beeper Down to score 9 Fixin to chop it up, now Im Fresh up on tha block Movin rock Got my Glock cocked Haters wanna stop but they can't Gotta keep a drank and I'm drivin Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin In a three we, comin down bumper fall We steady ballin Haters steady callin my name I'm in this game with the birds Have you fuckin heard Comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup What a gallon Lookin for a stallion Comin down and I got the charm with medallion And my damn fade, and them diamonds in my mouth Fuckin with these boys And we coming out the South Flippin in a bus Blades on 19's Po comin through and we got tha four screens With tha VCR And we sippin barre Comin down tinted up, new what car Got the woodgrain And you know I'm steady knockin Trunk gone be poppin Bumper unlockin All you hear is Beep And I'm comin down swangin Comin down, let the top up it's fixin to rainin And I'm comin through and Im Steady sittin sideways My way, have to do it Friday I'm comin, I'm comin ain't gone lie, say I'm comin Grill with tha woman On tha block first and the leads steady pumpin I ain't gonna leave tha corner Till I'm makin a mill plus Boy comin through and them sixes be in a bus Fuckin with that bird, yea we Gettem for a gallon And that man pulled and we what we.... [Interlude: Big Moe] I'm comin through in my hoo-doo You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw We comin down, and you know we Down to swang & bang I'm out the South, that Big Moe Should let my nuts hang I don't give a damn pop trunk I'm gone slam I'm comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam I'm coming through, banging Screw in my hoo-doo I'm lettin that nigga Joe on the mic I thought you niggas knew [Verse 7: Haircut Joe] Thought you niggas knew Coming down in a candy hoo doo Banging under that tint Fixin to come down And I got that dro scent From that damn bam I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail Steady stackin my mail Not in the tail Watch me come thru and I'm just gonna what Get fed t ro Chevy, lookin heavy, comin down And I gots to come down Nigga just roll, lets just smoke Watch me come down and I ain't no fuckin joke Steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk I done went to wreck when I Pop tha fuckin trunk Rollin 84's, nigga I'mma pro Steppin' out, call me Haircut Joe Cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin ho Get he fuckin money Like it ain't funny take out a bank account Like it's just stunty Like some damn magic, what the hell happened Don't take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin Nigga it's the truth, charge it to the roof A lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots But they can't step on that what nigga level Watch me come through nigga Im A just....man hold up [Interlude: Big Moe] I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw You know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo We came through and we sippin On that drank barre We comin down lookin like playas and like stars You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e I came through, banging, screwed up in my hoo-doo You know I'm comin reall Partna then I think ya knew That boy tha lean and fell on his head We comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red You gotta feel me, that boy comin through I'm letten these boys wreck on the Mic I thought you knew [Verse 8: D-Mo] I'm startin to stack it up cuz u know I got cute Comin down chillin with my nigga named screw Got my po yo to my kici I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe with me We all goin fed, fuck goin ag Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag We gotta make a livin Me must confess we must get tha nigga We comin down up with that hilfiger Nigga know I'm real I steady stay jammin Screw I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew My nigga Adrian I got tha Haircut Joe Flowin in tha bitch It's this nigga D-mo My boy from the tre They always pay late I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor He can't handle shit, that nigga went down Goin down real, on the Southside of town We pimp we jammin screw We comin jammin screw And we comin with my niggas And we be rollin with our crew I got the nigga Yungstar from the South Was wreckin this bitch Comin down with cadillac With big ol fuckin bumper kit Comin down 5th wheel slammin Ho just winnin Nigga ain't got a nigga but Bitch I'm sayin it Cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that bitch And these niggas just a fussin All on a nigga dick Thinkin that a what niggaplayamade Didn't know I got a muthfuckin tight fade From that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Jut You know how it go All my partnas cut, all my partnas tight We gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight And we can get blitz And jam some Bone And we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on And nigga, know you feel me I know, I know I'm real I'm comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill My diamonds steady gleaming Bitches steady fiendin Niggas comin' down, starchin' Down on the scene and Give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe I wanna hear this nigga sing On my fuckin D bro [Interlude: Big Moe] Chillin with my partna on his Bday I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk I'm out the Southside I told You hoes I'm not no punk I'm comin real, I'm thinkin bout poppin pills I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal I'm came through and ya know I'm comin rollin hard I represent that hood, yeah the Tre Ward You know I'm comin clean Starchin down the scene I'm comin down sippin on that drank the codeine [Verse 9: Key-C] Damn, chillin with my old school crew That's how we do, wearing Nike shoes Big Po-yo And a chain charm And I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm When I come through bladed up popped up We gone come on down All these hoes a nut Niggas suck my dick I'm down with my click All that hatin shit, that shit ain't even thick That shit is kinda low I never been a ho Chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe That boy be wreckin on them tapes gotta give him his props I'm thinkin comin down With a tight drop With dem buck I don't give a fuck All them fuckin haters you know they stuck Cause I'm strapped with my 9 I'm strapped with a .40 Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy Cock that bitch back, I'm steady sellin crack I'm stuck in this game and nigga it's like that That's how we doin do it down Here, on the Southside Watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride Follow right behind, follow on up We gone come down Benz and bladed up truck All that shit, all that shit is good And everything I have gotta be wood All over, even in a Range Rover I'm born and raised to be a young soldier Call me a BG But I'm scorin a key You know I'm talkin about it's that damn Kici I'm down on my knees I'm tryin to get on my feet Cause I'm just steady sellin all the keys Come through, BMW,i wanna come down 96 new Or maybe 97, 24-7 I'm puttin in work And then I got..... Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it Gone back up the flow Ima un ass it [Interlude: Big Moe] I done came through after every boys flow I'm that nigga Big Ass Moe Steady jammin my music slow I dun came done through with my crew Pop trunk on that BMW Steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs I'm out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this mic Hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight [Verse 10: Yungstar] Man bring me in My skin is my sin I'm thinking brand new, what, Benz Off the showroom Them hoes they come soon I gots to sweep my friend, witha Surprise like a broom Every time they be hopin I know they be scopin I gots to break em off Gots to leave they mouth open Cause they gots to talk down Scope and diamond grind Watch I open up my trunk Showin nuthin but surround It's all good Yes they don't know gots to strive Baked potato and chive When I'm hungrey hit that Long Drive Pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter I gots to come through Straight draped watch em scatter I hit that fuckin quarter, its Gone be a slaughter We draped and dripped out Watch I bang with my daughter Let the top down I'm fresh off carceration we ain't facin We swanger we ain't fadin got marble with playstation In tha car, I'm sippin on barre, TV VCR With the star She come through, she know that I got car I come thru with the station Watch the boy gon rhyme I got to do it all the time I got to show the 6 X 9 Gots to show that I ain't gon stop when I'm rhymin I'm gon come thru Watch that boy be reclinin I'm wheel deelin Strait pop a pillin Kici ridin 60 that boy what diamond grillin Them boys be locked up Show what they talkin bout When I come through Watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop Gotta leave it smokin Cause this game ain't jokin Ima come through TV car wide open Come and please get me Watch I just spray I'm gon oome on thru Sippin like tha AK Gotta clear tha block off Tha Yungstar ain't gone play I gotsta come thru Gotta borrow mary j Gots to pop with tha clear I bang in your ear I shed so many tears I bang R. Kelly or Aaliyah Gots to drop tha top on belly I'm sippin on jelly I might just come through Cause that boy be rockin steady ESG is on lock Them boys ain't gone stop Them boys be comin through I'm sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson I'm dressin nice I'm steady wreckin and ryhmin I'm steady comin through, I'm layed Back I'm still reclinin I'm fuckin these hoes, they Watchin these shows they sippin On fours they roachin I'm comin down steady aproachin And watch that mic get smokin Elite, I practice what I preach Watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach They speech on with that boy Po-yo They don't know, that D-mo Fixin to break em off but he doin it slow And that boy Moe, he steady hummin Keke said he comin I'm gone come through grill and woman Poppin trunk with lady I ain't packing no 380 I might just come through Movin back to the shady I moved to Rosenberg That shit ain't what ya heard I'ma stay in Southpark Stayin down with the herd Stayin down with the cattle I shake, then I rattle I might just come through It's all about that grain Might be all what on ya lesson Teachin I might be stressin I gots to come through to Young G's I be stressin 17, Promethazine, creases in my jean Pimpin', 6 screens I'm comin through wreckin mic Toting the weed I'm showin dope fiends I ain't got time for pointing no red dot I'm just bustin' I ain't got time for no caps I ain't sipping no Robitussin We sipping that barre TV/VCR, we renting that car no destination We come thru on incarceration I'm fresh off playing Playstation In the what hoo-doo I ain't sellin' no Zulu I might just pop trunk now these Hoes they doin' Voodoo They wanna try to stick me The foes want for 60 I'm might just come back With Poyo instead of 50 Key-C is gonna shine That boy Shaun reclined I hit the Long Drive now it's time I do mine It's time I just chill and lay back and sip a 8 I'm sittin' sideway TV on tha scrape plate They don't hate when they see We coming, we don't fuss We don't even cuss We swanga's on the bus: Damn!