Swang On Em Lyrics - Ii Trill (2 Trill) - Bun B

We ride, we ride 22's or better 

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better 

{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

Now if I catch you at the light {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

That candy paint ain't lookin right {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

Now if you come down to this Dirty South, betta watch yo' ears 

Cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth, and they on them corners 

And they hustlin up that dirty D, betta watch them dirty boys 

Down South we keep it dirty G, I know you heard of me 

I got that work (work) man I got that white and I got that purp', and I 

got that brown and I got that green when I'm in yo' town and I hit yo' scene 

In a candy painted car that'll sit so clean 

Trunk on pop with the fifth on lean 

"II Trill" DVD playin on my screen 

Sittin on cream, man you know what I mean? 

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Now if I catch you at the light {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

That candy paint ain't lookin right {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

Now if you come down to this T-E-X, betta show some love 

Cause homey you don't wanna see me plex, when we 'bout that paper 

And ain't no shortstop in my cashin checks, I get full of ana 

And get to standin upon these niggaz necks, betta show respect 

Or we pullin out them tecs, man I got them macs and I got them K's 

And I got them 9's and I got them A's, R-15's and them two-two-treys 

Player when I ride I'ma ride for days, no I don't miss and I sho' don't graze 

Bring what you got and I bet it don't faze 

I'm a trill-ass nigga man it's in my ways 

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Yup! Now I'm Chi-Town born and I'm Chi-Town bred; call me Westside Lu' 

But I know about the Northside blues and them Southside reds 

I run the F-N-F crew 'til my man Chilly Chill come home and he back on deck 

My garage keep a very fast car, keep a classy gold chain wrapped around my neck 

I came from the left but I'm downright fresh 

Speak on - how you on a song Bun B 

Complete 180 how crazy-ass he gone 

How strong is the brand of D that he on? 

How come he do what he want and never do what we want? 

I'm Rick James, in this game 

There's a wide leather couch for me to plant my feet on 

The Murphys didn't jump me, told me to get comfy 

Even brought the loveseat for me to spill my drink on 

Willie D gave me my stamp 

Shout to Mike Jones and the Swisha camp 

That boy Callion and the Rap-A-Lot Ranch 

The "boss of the North" and "The People's Champ" 

Coolest nigga what? Coolest nigga what? 

Been swallowed by them city lights 

Ball 'til I'm benched and I put it on a pimp 

F-N-F, U-P, U-G-K fo' life 

{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em} 

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}