Swangin (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Stalley

Climb on in, let's ride 

I'll show you what it really look like 

High up in the sky, like overpasses 

Pullin' in the intersection 

Give a whole new meaning to the words "moon roof" 

Outer space, baby I don't think you were ever this high in a vehicle, ever 

I'mma show you how to twerk the wheel 

I'mma show you how to twerk the wheel 

I'mma show you, I'mma show you how how to twerk the wheel 

I'mma show you, I'mma show you how how to twerk the wheel 

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill 

Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don't spill, damn 

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I'mma show you how to twerk the wheel 

Two fingers, bending corners, the block stand still 

Cops on my heels but I'm beating down still 

Chrome on my lap for these jackers out to kill 

Feet size Shaquille, it's magic how the paint pop the grill 

Pop the clutch and squeal, blades chop like Kill Bill 

Grab my shells and roll up, triple stack my cups up 

Jolly Ranchers and Xanax, my special potion cola 

My seats feel like sofas, cup in my hand, no coasters 

This drink don't spill, I'm focused 

I sip up and I smoke up 

All in one motion, doing 60 I'm floatin' 

Elbow out the window, I'm gloatin' 

Ridin' in slow motion, my new car look like my old one 

Boy, boy, boy I see you... (I know) 

Boy, boy, boy I see you... (I know) 

Boy, boy, boy I see you swangin' 

Photos 

Cherry red paint make the frame glow 

Them gold flakes make it rainbow 

When the sun hit it it shine from every angle 

Furry red dice dangle from the rearview, a pimp's cathedral 

Diamond in the back, the hard top is my halo 

Let my sweet angel ride shotgun and chill 

My music jam, I'm banging Screw 

Shout-out to my Houston crew 

Uncle Bun and Scarface the reason why my car laced 

With a detachable alpine face, fifteens and loud bass 

Had to listen to Screw, right? 

First time I poured lean I had to use up two Sprites 

I swear I drove like all night 

Under that Houston star, lazy - rest in peace to Pimp 

And Big Moe, the Barre Baby, the Barre Baby, the Barre Baby 

Glass 84s gleaming under my ride 

A summertime vibe, it's 1995 

Back when DJ Screw had the city slowed down 

Three in the morning, drank was pouring out 

Back to take you back to where you couldn't ride slab 

'Cause the elbow killer comin', tippin' up the ave 

And catch a nigga slippin', then beat you for your shit 

And put a bullet in your head, leavin' your people sick 

That's why I be trippin' when I see 'em ridin' Vogues 

I whisper to myself "boy, these niggas don't know" 

Flaked out boat paint, they Hollywood hoppin' 

With French antennas, the pop, doors poppin' 

The eighteens speaking so it's no back seat 

Got them big head rests, and one fat freak 

That'll suck a nigga dick off, a Southside thing 

You can zig, zag and lace, but you ain't Southside, man 

You see my swangin'... swangin'...