Swang Lyrics - Pimp C

Intro (Fat Pat) 

N****z betta see a n***a roll 

Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's 

Chorus (Fat Pat) 

Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left 

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

Verse 1 (Trae) 

I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left 

Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt 

I'm a vet so it's automatic when I be swingin' my wide frame 

4-4's to 24's I'm subject to glide man 

Like a pimp without the numbers still so fly when I slide man 

Plus I'm lethal fully loaded ain't no takin' my ride man 

We gangsta 

And it ain't too much you can do to stop us 

Don't try to knock us cuz these diamonds got boppas try'na jock us 

We the best and what we gon' be and these haters know it 

So haters hate us to death and I know cuz these haters show it 

I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin' 

And for them jackers thinkin' fly just picture what I be holdin' 

Them hollow points'll make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin' 

A few of them'll have you leakin' 'til you dead or you swollen 

But still I ride like the law 

Floatin' above everything 

I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the chain 

Beat the slang 

Chorus (Fat Pat) 

Verse 2 (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 

Ridin' on chrome 

Bangin' with my bub lights on 

Ridin' home 

South east of the astrodome 

I'm Fat Pat's clone 

It's J go see Harry's own 

His heartbeat pumps through my flesh and bone 

Flippin' with Trae 

Mobbin' down MLK 

He's blue up with grey 

On tint on southern deuce today 

It's Dub K 

Chiefin' on some lovely 

And we on the boulevard actin' ugly 

We gon' 

Chorus (Fat Pat) 

Verse 3 (Trae) 

ABN is my type of nature my understanding is nothin' 

Stacks in the back of a 'Lac on this glass you finna see me struttin' 

Cuttin' corners on a daily basis 

Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces 

I'm known to tip like a waiter when I be leaned to the left 

I brung the city through the dark with a fifth of boppers and belts 

I'm ABN the Impala 67 Chevy be spinnin' 

Invisible set displayed everytime they catchin' me grinnin' 

Off in they face it ain't too much that they can do to a G 

But try to hate me 

Every second due to the fact who I be 

And it don't bother me 

Cuz I still be toppin' my game 

Just don't come off the side of my range I might be leavin' a stain 

Whether my slab or beam 

N****z gon' respect that we gangsta 

T-Shirt and Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wankstas 

Everyday is still the same 

I be so loud when I bang 

And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got 'em diggin' our slang huh 

Verse 4 (Pimp C) 

I'm a Screwed Up affiliator strictly rollin' red 

Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads 

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

Cuz they know I got 'em for 10 and they know the game ain't dead 

It's too late 

I'm deep up in it ain't nuthin' about me scary 

Chiefin' in the club try'na find me somethin' hairy 

Dippin' at the bar 

Smokin' on the stokey 

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

You got lots of friends when you up and when you ballin' 

Just like Pookey all the haters started callin' 

They see the diamonds and the Bentley and the candy thing 

They know I'm mob stompin' Texas they know that I'm rollin' with Jane 

They know it's UGK for life and that I'm down with Bun 

They know we grindin' b***h'll hitcha with another one 

It's UGK records right now we need distribution 

Since Laura Rebel free the pimp is goin' down in Houston 

Chorus (x2) (Fat Pat) 

Outro (Fat Pat) 

Love it man 

Love it man 

Love it man