Текст песни Swangin' - feat. Scarface and Joi Tiffany - Stalley , Joi Tiffany , Scarface
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
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'
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'...
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