Trae Tha Truth - Swang (Feat. Pimp C, Fat Pat And H.A.W.K.) (Remix) (LP) | Текст песни

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• Trae Tha Truth
• Swang (Feat. Pimp C, Fat Pat And H.A.W.K.) (Remix) (LP)

[Sample from: DJ DMD's "25 Lighters"]

(*Fat Pat*)
Niggas, better see a nigga roll
Starched down, and I'm rolling on 84's

[Pimp C talks over chorus]
Sweet John

It's going down, you know what I'm talking about

Remix

UGK for life

[Hook: Fat Pat - 4X]
Swang and I swang and I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk, and yep-yep-yep

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm a Screwed Up afilliated, strictly rolling red
Everytime we hit the parking lot, we turning heads
I've been watched by parole, task force 'em by the FED's
Cause they know I got 'em for ten, and they know the game ain't dead
It's too late I'm deep up in it, ain't nothing about me scary
Chiefing in the club, trying to find me something hairy
Pimping at the bar, smoking on a stogey
Since I came home from the Penn, seem like everybody know me
You got lot's of friends, when ya up and when ya balling
Just like Pookie, all the haters started calling
They see the diamonds, and the Bentley and the candy thang
They know I'm mob style protected, they know I'm rolling with James
They know it's UGK for life, and that I'm down with Bun
They know we grind, and fin to hit 'em with another one
It's UGK records right now, we need distribution
Since Laury Webb done freed the pimp, it's going down in Houston

[Hook - 4X]

[Verse 2: Trae]
Make way for Houston, Texas and they know the truth gon'be displayed
8-4's swangin plus the glass done put them niggaz in a daze
I'm nothin like a hater even if I was get out the way
I'll have the slugs jump in the clip with no delay for Trae to spray
I'll stick and move ya later in the 5th be fallin
I'm still tippin sittin in somethin blue
tinted like the feds so they watchin me when I'm comin through
when I lift the trunk up wave it-and bang it slow and loud
It's guaranteed that Trae gon'wreck the crowd
we gon'do this one right here for DJ Screw and Pat where them haters at
Houston, Texas in the building and finna put an end to all the chat
I know they mad now cause we here to slap it in they face
all chumps gettin squashed now get the fuck up out of the race
I'm in my zone second round gon'be worse then the first
and plus my slab be known to hurt they heart a lil'worse then this verse
and we still tippin on the corner smokin marijuana
like that Fat Pat all haters are a goner

[Hook - 4X]

[Verse 3: H.A.W.K.]
I'mma swang and I swang, and I swang to the left
Pop my trunk, for Fat Pat's death
I would give my last breath, if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back, matter fact bring the whole crew back
Only God can do that, so I'mma leave it alone
Moving on, grooving to this soothing song
I'm cruising alone, still got a Screw tape on
Still in the zone, wishing Corey Blunt was home
Riding on chrome, banging with my bub lights on
Riding home, Southeast of the Astro-dome
I'm Fat Pat's clone, his legacy carries on
His heartbeat, pumps through my flesh and bone
Flipping with Trae, mobbing down MLK
He's blue over grey, I'm tipping seven deuce today
It's Dub-K, chiefing on some lovely
And we on the Boulevard, acting ugly we gon

[Hook - 8X]

[Fat Pat:]
Love it mayne, love it mayne, love it mayne, love it mayne.