City Of The Swang Lyrics - Ii Trill (2 Trill) - Bun B

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang 

City, city, swang, swang 

Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang 

Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane 

I'm from the city of the swangs, mayne the land of the stains 

This is Candy Paint County (county), I'm known as the game 

Where them trunks on bang (bang), the candy paint drip (drip) 

The trunk knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped 

You come down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip 

Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your Levi's ripped 

This is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the Texans 

And the strobes so you hoes best not come down here flexin (down here flexin) 

Boys think we on some country Alabama shit (bama shit) 

Till that hammer spit and you or your man are hit (hold up) 

So watch your manners cause we packin them bananas 

For you boys actin monkey - we can go and make it funky 

From the 5th ward, 4th ward, acres to the tray 

Southside to the West, all the way to BA (hey) 

The sixteen slidin, fifty-nine flippin (flippin) 

Forty-five flossin and nineteen tippin in the 

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City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang 

City, city, swang, swang 

Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang 

Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane 

Aaaaaaay 

Corey Mo you a fool for this one homie 

OG Bun, I see ya baby 

Photos 

I'm the city of the candy paint, city of the swang 

Ice Age and team, yeah we run the game 

I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood grain I'm grippin 

I'm swayin lane to lane with my pinky ring glistenin 

And on my H-Town set, all my cars I wet 

Me, Paul and Slim Thug made em give us our respect 

Can't forget about Chamillionaire, my boy Lil' Flip 

It you hatin on H-Town, (Motherfucker eat a dick) 

Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors 

Now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours 

Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors 

Now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours 

If you ever in my city chillin on a Sunday night 

Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right 

If you ever in my city chillin on a Sunday night 

Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right 

I'm from the city of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane 

I'm from the city of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang 

City, city, swang, swang 

Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang 

Don't let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane, turnin lane 

{Slim Thugger motherfucker!} 

I'm from the city of the swang, grain grippers and the sippers 

Candy slab flippers choppin boys like clippers 

Gotta represent my town so I'm ridin top down (top down) 

With the trunk in the air showin off my surround 

H-Town niggas roll hard on the board 

I be up in your hood and drive all in your yard (what?) 

Blue boy boss still reppin that Texas (Texas) 

Ain't shit changed, badge still on my necklace (I know you see it) 

You know Thugger, I'ma spit the game how it go (yeah) 

I'm on the stairs swangin slow with the music low (yeah) 

Them makers on the greens point back to the fo' (what's up) 

5th Ward got my back, you already know (you already know) 

South West, no Thugger ain't got plexed (what's up West?) 

It's H-Town till they put me to rest 

I'm from the city of the swang (swang), pop trunk and bang (bang) 

Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane mayne 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang, bang 

City of the swang, swang 

Pop your trunk and bang 

City, city, swang, swang 

Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang 

Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane