Intro (Fat Pat) Love it man Love it man Love it man
(Trae) Yeah this the remix [bad word] (Fat Pat) Swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-pop my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] bang with the belts when I swang to the left Pop my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  (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 [bad word] (Thug game) [bad word] (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 [bad word] watch me pull up on Miss Grandy [ From: [bad word] /www [bad word] swang-remix-lyrics-trae.html ] 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 [bad word] lift up at the light but my dropper remain in squat Still bangin' my [bad word] 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 [bad word] (Fat Pat)
Verse 7 (Big Hawk) I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop my [bad word] for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring [bad word] 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 [bad word]  along Still got a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  down candy on swangers it's super tight When I pull up at the light At a quarter