Lyrics Rollin on Swangaz - Z-Ro feat. Chris Ward
Chuuch
chuuch
(yeah),
ay...
Now
what
you,
bout
those
Texan
wire
wheels
So
clean
on
the
scene,
we
make
haters
stop
drop
and
roll
like
it's
a
fire
drill
Pimp
C
told
you,
that
us
Texas
boys
fly
and
trill
Screwed
Up
Clicksters,
we
keep
it
hood
and
ride
for
scrill
Glance
at
the
roof
top,
it's
transformatic
time
baby
Blink
twice,
now
it's
panoramic
time
baby
Take
a
good
glimpse,
you
see
them
stars
in
the
night
Now
take
another
one,
cause
them
stars
in
the
night
Swang
left
then
turn
a
right,
wide
circle
then
run
alight
I'm
out
of
sight
out
of
mind,
you
already
know
where
my
gun
is
right
I
got
them
diamonds,
pressing
up
against
the
wood
grain
steering
They
glaring
like
the
paint,
so
them
jazzy
bops
is
staring
Yeah
they
calling
my
issue
pound,
apple
express
way
A
three
and
a
pound
apple
crush,
helps
me
express
in
the
best
way
So
yeah
I'm
leaning,
off
a
hundred
worth
of
that
mud
I'm
golden,
I'm
holding
in
the
place
they
see
dot
Dub
I'm
rolling
on
swangas,
and
smoking
that
good
One
hundred
dollas
worth
of
drank
up
in
my
cup,
it
tastes
so
good
The
jack
boys
watching
me,
but
I
really
wish
they
would
Hell
yeah
I'm
a
playa,
but
don't
get
it
misunderstood
Cause
I'm
rolling
on
swangas,
and
I'm
looking
so
fly
All
the
women
break
they
neck,
watching
me
as
I
pass
by
And
you
can
do
it
too,
if
that's
really
what
you
feel
No
one
on
the
corner,
got
swangas
like
us
We
don't
do
regular
wheels,
not
even
if
it's
a
truck
Yeah
they
free
for
me,
for
you
they
gon'
cost
a
couple
bucks
So
if
you
po'
hustling
dog,
you
best
to
get
your
hustle
up
I
got
swangas
on
my
van,
and
swangas
on
my
300
And
whichever
one
I'm
in,
you
better
believe
I'm
so
blunted
I
might
be
8-7-3-2,
down
to
flo'
in
a
pair
of
gators
Dickie
top
Dickie
bottom,
and
a
fresh
pair
of
Chuck
Taylors
Either
way
it
go
I'm
so
clean,
and
all
of
my
diamonds
bling
bling
One
deep
for
life,
if
you
ain't
a
weapon
then
you
ain't
riding
with
me
And
I
only
believe
half
of
what
I
see,
and
none
of
what
I
hear
Addicted
to
promethazyne
with
coedine,
what
the
hell
is
a
beer
We
don't
drink
that
over
here,
cause
that's
a
no-no
I
never
tasted
ana,
but
I
can
tell
you
all
about
that
drank
and
that
doe-doe
First
the
fresh
meat
then
a
yellow
stripe,
then
a
white
wall
And
that's
why
your
woman
head,
go
up
and
down
all
night
dog
I'm
a
gangsta,
by
any
means
necessary
I
won't
be
making
love
to
your
lil'
Jodeci,
I'ma
be
doing
you
to
Street
Military
baby
So
hood,
I
might
put
swangas
on
a
Mercedes
baby
And
my
ride
so
clean,
I
know
you
wanna
have
my
baby
baby
Thinking
you
gon'
take
something
from
me,
you
must
be
crazy
Cause
this
gun
I'm
packing,
is
way
bigger
than
your
3-80
And
I
ain't
a
killer,
but
please
don't
push
me
baby
Cause
real
homies,
know
glocks
don't
have
a
safety
baby
I'm
a
legend
in
this
game,
I
know
you
heard
of
me
Z-Ro
the
Crooked,
I'll
turn
a
peaceful
place
into
a
murder
scene
My
love
is
for
the
money,
it
damn
sho'
ain't
for
these
hoes
And
I
can't
forget
about
cars
and
clothes,
that's
all
I
know
As
soon
as
a
broad
commit,
she
on
her
way
back
out
the
do'
Since
I'm
a
pimp,
I
don't
want
the
booty
all
I
want
is
that
do'
Girl
drop
it
off
to
daddy,
then
go
out
and
get
some
mo'
And
bring
it
to
3rd
Coast
Customs,
the
realest
homies
I
know
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