H.A.W.K. - Swang (Remix) lyrics

(*Fat Pat*) n***as, better see a n***a roll Starched down, and I'm rolling on 84's [Hook: Fat Pat - 4X] Swang-swanging, sawnging swang two yeah Pop-pop my trunk, and lift-lift-lift [Trae] I'mma swang on my swangas, slab lean to the left Pop my trunk and show what I'm about, so Houston Texas gotta be felt I'm a vet, so it's automatic when I be swinging my wide frame Fo' 4's to 24's, I'm subject to glide mayn Like a pimp without the limp, but still so fly when I slide mayn Plus I'm lethal fully loaded, ain't no taking my ride mayn We gangsta, and it ain't too much, you can do to stop us Don't try to knock us, cause they bounders got boppers trying to jock us We the best at what we gon be, and these haters know it So haters hate us to d**h, and I know cause these haters show it I only ride alone, so they can picture me rolling And for them jackers thinking fly, just picture what I be holding Them hollow points'll make you picture, just how fast they'll be folding A few of them'll have you leaking, till you dead or you swollen But still I ride like the law, floating above everything I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over, n***a fresh off the chain peep the slang [Hook - 4X] Swang-swanging, sawnging swang two yeah Pop-pop my trunk, and lift-lift-lift [H.A.W.K.] I'mma swang and I swang, and I swang to the left Pop my trunk, for Fat Pat's d**h 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 on, 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 On 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 - 4X] Swang-swanging, sawnging swang two yeah Pop-pop my trunk, and lift-lift-lift [Trae] A.B.N. is my type of nature, my understanding is nothing Stacks in the back of a Lac, on this gla** you finna see me strutting Cutting corners, on a daily basis Move fast like Kanye West samples, when I be chasing faces I'm known to tip like a waiter, when I be lean to the left I roam the city through the dark, with a fifth on bumpers and belts Or maybe in the Impala, '67 Cheve be spinning Invisible set display, everytime they catching me grinning Off in they face, and ain't too much that they can do to a G But try to hate me every second, due to the fact who I be And it don't bother me, cause I still be chopping my game Just don't come off the side of my Range, I might be leaving a stain Whether my slab or beam, n***as gon respect that we gangsta T-shirt and dickies, plus the kicks that I lace up for you wa*kstas Everyday is still the same, I be so loud when I bang And thanks to Screw and P-A-T, we got 'em digging our slang huh [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 on 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 - 8X] Swang-swanging, sawnging swang two yeah Pop-pop my trunk, and lift-lift-lift