Intro: Yeah.

Chorus: Now I'ma get it in for the low-dough. (Uh-huh) Watch me get it in for the low-dough. (Okay) Now I'ma get it in for the low-dough. (Yeah) Watch me get it in. (I'ma get it in)


Verse 1: Yo, now let me introduce you to that new West Coast, (Yeah) and get your $#&@in' head bangin' like its techno. (Hah) But not Benassi or mister Tiesto. I'm SwizZz, three Z's, but not to be slept on. (Wake up) Now catch your breath and get all calm and collected 'cause in a second I'ma do somethin' so highly unexpected. (What) You might $#&@in' drop your jaws to the floor, like when you caught your wife cheatin' in the back of your Ford. (Ahh) Sayin', "Emily, please I know you threatened to leave, but I never thought for a minute you'll be $#&@in' with D. (Huh) Suckin' his dick like a leech, nuts all in your cheek, and he's my best friend too, (Gun @@#!ing) now both of you bleed!" ((*##$es) I talk %#@! like a $$# with a mouth, and clap ^!$$%s like a beat made down in the South. (Hey) I invite beef; I treat it like I'm $#&@in' obese. A hungry ^!$$%, yes I'm ready to eat. (Hah)


Chorus x2

Verse 2: Hah, yeah. See, I left school and chose to rap. (Yup) Now I'm broke as $#&@ without a deal askin' my dad for gas money and a twenty to eat, feel like a bum on his knees gettin' excited for a crumb in the street. What the $#&@!? My part-time job won't pay off. (No) Hours gettin' cut, another ^!$$%'s gettin' laid off. ($#&@) Economy stop, I'm tryin' to prosper. I see patients growin' a beard waitin' hours to see a doctor. (Damn) Now what the $#&@ do you call justice? (Huh) I seen a cop shoot a father like, "$#&@ it!" (Huh) He didn't even choose to beat him like a drumstick. On New Year's Day, Grant was slayed by a $#&@in' pig! ($#&@ cops) So this one's for Oscar Grant and his family. I send this message to anybody to challenge me. Y'all $#&@in' up the game and that's a no-no. You tryin' to get high? I can get you for the low-dough. (Heh)


Chorus x2


Verse 3: Yo, I learned in life that nothing's fair. (Nothin') So I get drunk as %#@! gulpin' absinthe like I wasn't there. (Where am I) I'll yank your girl by her nappy hair; toss her down the stairs like a slinky then spark a blunt like a $#&@in' flare. Don't bother knockin', ^!$$% no one's there. (Nah) I'm on vacation with Jeezy slappin' greedy Jews that refuse to share. (C'mere) My flow is grizzly, homie tryda bear, somethin' so rare. I'll make John McCain throw his arms in the air. (I love the U.S.) Hah, I spit on fake !@$)got rappers when I'm battlin'. (Ptuh) I'm sick enough to drown Shaq in the shallow end. (Wow) I rock stunner shades without the lens, count to ten, and go dumb like a !@$!ed kid who ain't got no friends. (Uggghhh) I know it seems like I'm mad at life. (No) But I see everything in grey, probably because I'm black and white. (Half-!@$@) FV's the set, you seen the logo. (Yup) You tryin' to get high, I still got you for the low-dough. (Hah)

Chorus x2


Outro: Hah! Yeah! I'ma get it in. Yo