Z-ro - Rollin' On Swangaz lyrics

Chuuch chuuch (yeah), ay... [Chris Ward:] Now what you know, 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 we 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 pa** by And you can do it too, if that's really what you feel Just hit up www.texanwirewheels [Z-Ro:] 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 Dickie top Dickie 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'm a 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 k**er, 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]