city of the swang
Singer:bun-b
don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
i'm from the city of the swangs
mayne the land of the stains
this is candy paint county
where them trunks on bang
the trunk knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped
you come down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
cause them heaters on they hip will leave your levi's ripped
and the strobes so you hoes best not come down here flexin
boys think we on some country alabama shit
till that hammer spit and you or your man are hit
so watch your manners cause we packin them bananas
for you boys actin monkey - we can go and make it funky
forty-five flossin and nineteen tippin in the
don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
corey mo you a fool for this one homie
i'm the city of the candy paint
i got my eighty-fours tippin
i'm swayin lane to lane with my pinky ring glistenin
paul and slim thug made em give us our respect
can't forget about chamillionaire
yeah they opened up the doors
now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours
yeah they opened up the doors
now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours
if you ever in my city chillin on a sunday night
come to club ice age and mike jones will have you right
if you ever in my city chillin on a sunday night
come to club ice age and mike jones will have you right
i'm from the city of the swang
don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
i'm from the city of the swang
don't let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane
{slim thugger motherfucker!}
i'm from the city of the swang
grain grippers and the sippers
candy slab flippers choppin boys like clippers
gotta represent my town so i'm ridin top down
with the trunk in the air showin off my surround
h-town niggas roll hard on the board
i be up in your hood and drive all in your yard
blue boy boss still reppin that texas
badge still on my necklace
i'ma spit the game how it go
i'm on the stairs swangin slow with the music low
them makers on the greens point back to the fo'
no thugger ain't got plexed
it's h-town till they put me to rest
i'm from the city of the swang
don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane mayne
don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane