Rollin on Swangaz

Chuuch chuuch (yeah), ay... [Chris Ward]

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 [Hook]

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

****ie top

****ie 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 a

Corona, 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 [Hook] [Z-Ro]

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 [Hook]