Guerilla Maab - We Gone Swang lyrics
(feat. Jay'Ton, Lil' B) [Hook x2] We gone swang, lane to lane Still gripping the wood grain, collecting my change We gone swang, lane to lane In the wide frame, on Fondren and Main [Dougie D] Fucking with G, the skating Escalade Flossing all through the city, swanging from lane to lane Gripping wooden grain, that's the way we do it mayn On a constant grind working jelly, collecting change In a wide frame, big body overloading the road Hogging the street, just like they always be out of control Roll with us, or you bitches get rolled over Ain't no chip on my shoulder, I just got money to fold up It's the Dougie Deezie, off of the heezy please believe me Gotta be keeping it greasy, for me to see the cheesy Doing it like it go, and there's one thing I know fa sho We gon shine and gon hold, because the 3rd Coast is our home [Trae] See I'm a grain gripping, 83 swanger Chromy glass, nigga you in danger Got a sawed off, that'll repaint you In a wide body, like the Lone Ranger I'ma stop and drop, when I wanna roll I got a big four do', with a big fo'-fo' Sitting solo, Doug-O wrecked Now Trae done backdo' Ghetto superstar, menage tois Candy paint, done wet up the car Lane to lane, my drop'll get raw Running red lights, and don't bar the law Gotta get paid, stacking my change Gripping the grain, gliding mayn Turn out the back, and I'ma gon swang Untamed, fin to do my thang Now Trae done wrecked it, world respected Out the Southside, of Houston Texas Living wreckless, don't neglect it Moving on, and ain't baring plexas Bubble eyed, fin to lead the way Diamonds shining, like a heat wave Back it up, 'fore I blind your face Slow Loud And Bangin', fin to lead the race [Hook x2] [Jay'Ton] I swing blocks, when I'm in the drop Where the throwed bops, and the haters jock It's Jay'Ton on 84's, Volvos fin to glide the road I'm 16 all in your face, braided up and I'm out of sight With a bad dyke on a motor bike, screened up lighting up the night I'm blue red coming out the I, turning heads on the boulevard My AK'll make a nigga know, when I cock it back I'm fin to hit you hard Southside fin to go get it, all about stacking a mill ticket I'm still playa don't get it twisted, sideways with the trunk lifted [Lil' B] The window tinter, wood grain gripper Wet candy paint, and a chrome pistol Eyes on me, like a thoed stripper Showing naked, better take a picture On the boulevard we don't guard 84's and vogues, down to South Park Cause I'm Lil' B, and I don't barge Slow Loud And Bangin', we'll pull your car That's on the Lord, we'll leave a stain Hogging lanes, in a wide frame With my nigga too, all against the grain On the Dirty South, is where we gon swang Riding two deep, or solo Platinum FUBU, or Polo With a bad hoe, rocking J-Lo Skating up the block, I'm crawling slow [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] Solid, as a rock Profiling in the turning lane, banging down your block Hell naw it just don't stop, matter fact it never slow down When I'm in the kitchen whipping, my prices tend to go down Then I dog my Intrepid, mash on the gas on down to the flo' Till I hit my block and set up shop, anything you need come to the Ro Might got prices on my head but I'm not scared, I'm gon shine Relaxing in Rolls Royces, attempting to pass time I be smoking on that stink, had to retire from that ink Cause you just can't think, when your mind goes blank Full tank of unleaded, then I'm head to Probilla Fucking with that Big Mello, because my click require killas You ain't gotta holla at me, when you see me outside Cause when I go to my ride, I got your woman inside She got her mouth open wide, ready for me to drop it in My shine is unstoppable, but you wanna stop it here we go again [Hook x4]
