Swangin' - Scarface, Joi Tiffany, Stalley

We gon do this one here for the ruckus

Climb on in, let’s ride

I’ll show you what it really look like

High up in the sky

Like overpasses, pullin' in the intersection

Give a whole new meaning to the words «moon roof»

Outer space, baby

I don’t think you will ever, get this high

In a vehicle ever, ever again

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

Boy I see you swangin'

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

Boy I see you swangin'

Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

Two fingers, bending corners, the block stand still

Cops on my heels but I’m beating down still

Chrome on my lap for these jackers out to kill

Feet size Shaquille, it’s magic how the paint pop the grill

Pop the clutch and squeal, blades chop like «Kill Bill»

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

Boy I see you swangin'

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel

You see me swangin'

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

Boy I see you swangin'

Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn

Grab my shells and roll up, triple stack my cups up

Jolly Ranchers and Xanax, my special potion cola

My seats feel like sofas, cup in my hand, no coasters

This drink don’t spill, I’m focused, I sip, I bend, I smoke up

All in one motion, doing 60, I’m floatin'

Elbow out the window, I’m gloatin', ridin' in slow motion

My new car look like my old one

Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)

Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)

Boy, boy, boy I see ya swangin'

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

Boy I see you swangin'

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

(Boy I see you swangin') Swang, cock the…

Cherry red paint make the frame glow

Them gold flakes make it rainbow

When the sun hit it, it shine from every angle

Furry red dice dangle from the rearview, a pimp’s cathedral

Diamond in the back, the hard top is my halo

Let my sweet angel ride shotgun and chill

Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)

Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)

Boy, boy, boy I see ya swangin' (aight, bring the beat back)

My music jam, I’m banging Screw, shout out to my Houston crew

Uncle Bun and Scarface the reason why my car laced

With detachable alpine face, fifteens and loud bass

Had to listen to Screw, right?

First time I poured lean, I had to use up two Sprites

I swear I drove like all night

Under that Houston star, lazy — rest in peace to the Pimp

You see me swangin'

And Big Moe, the Barre Baby, the Barre Baby (swangin')

The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn

I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

Boy I see you swangin'

I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

(Boy I see you swangin') Swang, cock the…

Glass, glass 84s, gleaming under my ride

A summertime vibe, it’s 1995

Back when, back when DJ Screw had the city slowed down

Three in the morning, drank was pouring out

Back to, back to take you back to where you couldn’t ride slab

Cause the elbow killer comin', tippin' up the ave

And catch a nigga slippin', then beat you for your shit

And put a bullet in your head, leavin' your people sick

That’s why I be trippin' when I see 'em ridin' Vogues

I whisper to myself, «Boy, these niggas don’t know»

Flaked out boat paint, they Hollywood hoppin'

With French antennas, the pop doors poppin'

The eighteens speaking so it’s no back seat

Got them big head rests, and one fat freak

That gon' suck a nigga dick off, the Southside thing

You can zig, zag and lace but you ain’t Southside, mayne

You see me swangin', swangin'