Swang on Em (Explicit)

Swang on Em (Explicit) - Bun B

We ride we ride 22s or better

We we ride we ride 22's or better

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

Now if I catch you at the light

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

That candy paint ain't lookin right

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

We ride we ride 22s or better

We we ride we ride 22s or better

Now if you come down to this Dirty South South

Better watch your ears

'Cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth

Mouth

And they on them corners

And they hustling up that dirty D D

Better watch them dirty boys

Down South we keep it dirty G G

I know you heard of me

I got that work

Work

Man I got that white and I got that purp

And I got that brown and I got that green

When I'm in your town and I hit your scene

In a candy-painted car that'll sit so clean

Trunk on pop with the fifth on lean

II Trill DVD playing on my screen

Sitting on cream man you know what I mean

Now if I catch you at the light

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

That candy paint ain't lookin right

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

We ride we ride 22s or better

We we ride we ride 22s or better

Now if you come down to this T-E-X X

Better show some love

'Cause homie you don't wanna see me plex

Plex

When we 'bout that paper

It ain't no shortstop in my cashier checks

Checks

I get full of ana

And get to standing upon these niggas' necks

Necks

Betta show respect

Or we pulling out them Tecs Tecs

Man I got them Macs and I got them Ks

And I got them nines and I got them As

R-15s and them two-two-treys

Playa when I ride I'ma ride for days

No I don't miss and I sure don't graze

Bring what you got and I bet it don't faze

I'm a trill-a*s nigga man it's in my ways

Now if I catch you at the light

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

That candy paint ain't looking right

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

Yeah Lupe

We ride we ride 22s or better

We we ride we ride 22s or better

Better

Now I'm Chi-Town-born and I'm Chi-Town-bred

Call me Westside Lu

But I know about them Northside blues

And them Southside reds Ugh

I run the F-N-F crew

'Til my man Chilly Chill come home and he back on deck

My garage keep a very fast car

Keep a classy gold chain wrapped around my neck

Yeah I came from the left but I'm downright fresh

Speak on How you on a song Bun B on

Complete 180 how crazy has he gone

How strong is the brand of the D that he on

How come he do what he want

And never do what we want Woo

I'm Rick James and this game

Is a white leather couch for me to plant my feet on

The Murphys didn't jump me told me to get comfy

Even brought the loveseat for me to spill my drink on

Willie D gave me my stamp

Shout to Mike Jones and the Swisha camp

That boy Kyleon and the Rap-A-Lot Ranch

The Boss of the North and The People's Champ

Coolest nigga what Coolest nigga what

Getting swallowed by them city lights

Ball 'til I'm benched and I put it on the Pimp

F-N-F U-P U-G-K for life

Now if I catch you at the light

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

That candy paint ain't looking right

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

We ride we ride 22s or better

We we ride we ride 22s or better

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

I swang on 'em swang on 'em

We ride we ride 22s or better

We we ride we ride 22s or better