Artist: Trae f/ Fat Pat, H.A.W.K. Album: The Return of the Streets Song: Swang Typed by: fubuman30@yahoo.com [Fat Pat] Niggaz better see a nigga roll Short style and I'm rollin on 84's [Chorus - repeat 4X] Swang, and swang, and swang to the left pop Pop my trunk big pimpin [Trae] I'ma swang, I'ma swing my slab lean to the left pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston Texas got to be fit I'ma be suicide automatic when I'm swinging my wide frame 4 4,s to 24's I'm subject to gline man Like a pimp without the whip I'm still so fly when I slide man Plus I'm whipped and fully loaded ain't no takin my ride man We gangsta and it ain't to what you can do to stop us Don't try to knock us cause these diamonds got poppers tryna chop us We the best and we gon be when these haters know it So haters hate us to death and I know cause these haters show it I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin and for them jackers think they fly just picture what I be holdin 'til all them boys that make you picture just how fast I be foldin A few of them had you thinking 'til your dealin and get swollen But still I ride like the law, flo and flip everything I'm screwed and thick and 'til its over nigga fresh of the chain Peep the slang [Chorus] [H.A.W.K.] I'ma swang, and a swang, and a 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 a matter of fact bring the whole crew back Only God can do that so I'ma leave it alone Moving on moving 'til this sew gets on I'm cruising along still got a screw tape on Still in the zone wishing Kobe Blunt was home Riding on chrome banging with my bud lights on Riding home I reach Southern Astrodome With Fat Pat's clone cause niggaz see harrys on His heart beat pumps through my flesh and bone flippin with Trae Rolling down MLK this wood with glay I'm chunkin seven duce today his dove k Chiefin on some love lay and we on the boulevard acting okay we gon [Chorus] [Trae] They be heinous my type of nature, my understand to this bip Stacks in the back on the lack of this glimpse funna see me strip Cutting corners on the daily basis We fast like Kanye West samples when I be changin faces I'm low like tips of waiters when I lean to the left I roll the cd through the door for the fifth, poppers and pimps or maybe in the Impala 67 Chevy be spinnin Invisible samples play everytime they catching me grin Off in they face ain't too much 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 chop in my game Just don't come off the side to my range I might be leaving the stage Within my slab I be niggaz gon respect to be gangsta Teach certain dickeys plus the kids to lay wusup for you wankstas Everyday's still the same I be still loud when I bang And thanks to Screw and P18 we got them digging my slang huh [Chorus] - 9X [Fat Pat] Love it man, love it man, love it man...