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.