Swangin' - feat. Scarface and Joi Tiffany

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'...