Swang (remix) Lyrics - Big Pokey

Intro 

(Fat Pat) 

Love it man 

Love it man 

Love it man 

(Trae) 

Yeah this the remix 

Chorus (Fat Pat) 

Swang and I swang and I swang to the left 

Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep yep (x4) 

Verse 1 (Big Pokey) 

These b***hes wanna see a n***a roll 

550 flossin' here's a tag for the toll 

Ice cold AC butterscotch guts 

Hard top Benz with the roof popped up 

Every tooth rocked up 

N***a swangin' with the glock 9 

60 duece cocked up bangin' at the stop sign 

Mamma passed now my n***a Hawk dawg I'ma miss 

Everytime I think about him when i'm drivin' I'ma just 

Verse 2 (Pimp C) 

I'm a screwed up affiliator strictly rollin' red 

Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turned heads 

I've been watched by parole task force and by the feds 

Cuz they know I got it 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 try'na find me somethin' hairy 

Pimpin' at the bar smokin' on the stokey 

Since I came home from the pen seems like everybody know me 

Verse 3 (Slim Thug) 

Slim Thugga 

Muthaf***a 

The trunk bang with the belts when I swang to the left 

Pop my trunk and yep yep yep 

Chrome spokes when I step down the ave in the slab 

Pull up to the wash give the Cadillac a bath 

Like my chrome lookin' mirror 

Peanut butter interior 

Pop the trunk surround it can't sound no clearer 

They like to have me here the boy Thugga shuttin' down 

Them blue boys shinin' all over H-Town 

Verse 4 (Jim Jones) 

(South let's go I know what it is) 

I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae what up) 

That ride old schools and they system is screwin' (Hey Bun B) 

I'm from New York so all my city we cruisin' (Eastside) 

Them '06 whips with the glittery jewels in (Masseratis) 

I don't go in the club til' we get all my goons in (Not at all) 

The bouncers don't frisk so we get all the tools in (Keep the gats) 

The Cali poppin' bottles get the b***hes groovin' (Shake it ma) 

And won't you tell the DJ it's a Dipset intrusion 

(Thug game) 

Chorus (Fat Pat) 

Verse 5 (Mike Jones) 

I'm the king I'm the mayor of the city got the game locked down 

I roll 12 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 Miss Grandy 

I'm swangin' in my slab with the peanut butter guts 

If she hop inside my ride then the b***h know she gon' f*** 

I ain't playin' with no ceasar 

The hoe know I don't need her 

I pull out my beezer to tease her not please her 

They see the diamonds shinin' hand on the wood wheel 

Even though I sold a mil' 

Three's got me hood still (I said) 

They see the diamonds shinin' hand on the wood wheel 

Even though I sold a mil' 

Three's got me hood still 

Verse 6 (Trae) 

I still swang to the left 84's sittin' under the shoes 

These haters watchin' my moves from the way I butterfly'd the coupe 

And I'm black over alligator so n****z know that I got it 

Trunk lift up at the light but my dropper remain in squat 

Still bangin' my Screw doin' my thang 

Somethin' bout a week but they swear I've been in the rain 

My swangas poke out so wide like I'm ridin' in double lanes 

Texan wild wheels lookin' like they never stoppin' man 

I'ma 

Chorus (Fat Pat) 

Verse 7 (Big Hawk) 

I'ma 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 fact bring the whole crew back 

Only God can do that so I'ma leave it alone 

Movin' on 

Groovin' to this soothin' song 

I'm cruisin' along 

Still got a Screw tape on 

Still in the zone 

Wishin' Cory Blunt was home 

Verse 8 (Bun B) 

Well I'ma swang I'ma swang I'ma swang to the right 

I'm comin' down candy on swangers it's super tight 

When I pull up at the light 

At a quarter to midnight 

You pull up bright 

Scared to death gotta call it a light flight 

UGK is back on the slab and turnin' the wheel 

Once again the Bun and the Pimp gon' return to the trill 

You can love to hate us or hate to love us it ain't a thang 

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 

Spray by my homeboy Ed 

That third coast custom paint job got me lookin ready 

The Swishahouse around my neck Johnny dang on my wrist 

Trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my fist 

Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof 

Swangin' bangin' on this Screw and throwin' boys that duece 

It's Paul Wall 

Outro 

(Fat Pat) 

Love it man 

Love it man 

Love it man