Swang Remix
(专辑: Tha Truth Show - 2007)
[Fat Pat:] Love it mayne love it mayne Love it mayne love it mayne Love it mayne love it mayne Love it mayne love it mayne [Talking: Trae] Yeah this the
remix [Chorus: Fat Pat] Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup [Verse 1: Big Pokey] These bitches wanna see a
nigga roll five fifty flossin, leave the
tag for the
toe ice cold AC, butter scotch guts hard top Benz with the
roof popped up every tooth rocked up, nigga swangin with the
glock nine sixty duece cocked up, bangin at the
stop sign and I'm a
pass, not my nigga H.A.W.K dogg I'm a
miss everytime I
think about him when I'm drivin, I'm a
just (I'm a
just) [Verse 2: Pimp C] I'm a
Screwed Up Affliated, strictly rollin red everytime we hit the
parking lot, we turn heads I've been watched by parole task forcin by the
feds 'cause they know I
got e'm for ten and they know the
game ain't dead it's too late I'm deep up in it, ain't nothin about me scary chiefin in the
club, tryna find me somethin hairy pimpin at the
bar smokin on a
stoggy since I
came home from the
Pen seems like everybody knows me [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Slim Thugga, motherfucker! The
trunk bang with the
belts, while I
swang to the
left pop my trunk and yup, yup, yup chrome spokes when I
step down the
ave in the
slab (huh) pull up to the
wash, give the
Cadillac a
bath my car lookin mirror, peanut butter interior poppin trunks, surround they can't sound no clearer they like damn, he here that boy Thugga shut e'm down them Blue Boys shinin'all over H
Town [Verse 4: Jim Jones] I
gotta shout my niggas in Houston (aye Trae what up) they ride old school, and they system in screwin (aye Bun B) I'm from New York so in my city we cruisin (Eastside) them '06 whips with the
glittery jewels in (Mazarati's) I
don't go in the
club till I
get all my goons in (not at all) them bouncers don't frisk so we get all our tools in (keep the
gats) and yeah we cop the
bottles, get the
bitches to groovin (shake it ma) and won't you tell the
DJ, it's a
Dipset intrusion [Chorus: Fat Pat] Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup [Verse 5: Mike Jones] I'm the
king, I'm the
mayor of the
city got the
game locked down I
roll twelve cars, one with my top down I
be swangin in that candy, they don't understand me got my slab complete, watch me pull up on this brandy I'm swangin in this slab with the
peanut butter guts if she hop inside my ride then the
bitch know she gon'fuck I
ain't playin with no skeezer, the
hoe know I
don't need her I
pull out my Visa to tease her, not please her they see the
diamonds shinin hand on the
wood wheel even though I
sold a
mill, streets got me hood still [Verse 6: Trae] I
still swang to the
left, 84's sittin under Tha Truth and these haters watchin my moves, from the
way I
butterflyed the
Coupe I'm black over alligator so niggas know that I
got it trunk lift up at the
light but my droppa remainin squated still bangin my Screw, doin my thing see the
sun been out on me, but they swear I
been in the
rain my swangas poke out so wide like I'm ridin in double lanes Texan wide wheels lookin like they never stoppin mayne I'm a... [Chorus: Fat Pat] Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup [Verse 7: H.A.W.K.] I'm a
swang, and I
swang, and I
swang to the
left pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I
would give my last breath if I
could bring you back bring Screw back, matter of fact bring the
whole crew back only God can do that so I'm a
leave it alone movin alone, groovin to this soothin song I'm cruisin along, wishin Cory Blunt was home [Verse 8: Bun B] Well I'm a
swang, I'm a
swang, I'm a
swang to the
right I'm comin down candy on swangas it's super tight when I
pull up at the
light, at a
quarter to midnight you pull up right scared to death, gotta call in the
life flight UGK is back on the
slab and turnin the
wheel once again the
Bun and the
Pimp, the
return of the
trill you can love to hate us, or hate to love us it ain't a
thing to them Underground Kingz, we still gon'swang [Verse 9: Paul Wall] I
put the H
up in the
air for that A
dub K
that fifth wheel, bow down and pray I'm brandy wine over gray I'm swangin with Trae, sprayed by my home boy Ed that third coast custom paint job, got me lookin ready that Swisha House around my neck Johhny Dang on my wrist trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my fist Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof swangin and bangin on that Screw and throwin boys that duece, It's Paul Wall... [Fat Pat:] Love it mayne love it mayne Love it mayne love it mayne Love it mayne love it mayne Love it mayne love it mayne