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Letra actual de la canción
[Fat Pat:] <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br /><br />[Talking: Trae] <br />Yeah this the remix <br /><br />[Chorus: Fat Pat] <br />Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br /><br />[Verse 1: Big Pokey] <br />These dudes wanna see a nigga roll <br />five - fifty flossin, leave the tag for the toe <br />ice cold AC, butter scotch guts <br />hard top Benz with the roof popped up <br />every tooth rocked up, OG swangin with the cup<br />sixty duece cocked up, bangin at the stop sign <br />and I'm a pass, not my homie H.A.W.K dogg - I'm a miss <br />everytime I think about him when I'm drivin, I'm a just (I'm a just) <br /><br />[Verse 2: Pimp C] <br />I'm a Screwed Up Affliated, strictly rollin red <br />everytime we hit the parking lot, we turn heads <br />I've been watched by parole - task forcin by the feds <br />'cause they know I got e'm for ten and they know the game ain't dead <br />it's too late I'm deep up in it, ain't nothin about me scary <br />chiefin in the club, tryna find me somethin hairy <br />pimpin at the bar - sippin on drink <br />since I came home from the Pen seems like everybody knows me <br /><br />[Verse 3: Slim Thug] <br />Slim Thugga, my nigga! <br />The trunk bang with the belts, while I swang to the left <br />pop my trunk and yup, yup, yup <br />chrome spokes when I step down the ave in the slab (huh) <br />pull up to the wash, give the Cadillac a bath <br />my car lookin mirror, peanut butter interior <br />poppin trunks, surround they can't sound no clearer <br />they like dang, he here that boy Thugga shut e'm down <br />them Blue Boys shinin'all over H - Town <br /><br />[Verse 4: Jim Jones] <br />I gotta shout my homies in Houston (aye Trae - what up) <br />they ride old school, and they system in screwin (aye Bun B) <br />I'm from New York so in my city we cruisin (Eastside) <br />them '06 whips with the glittery jewels - in (Mazarati's) <br />I don't go in the club till I get all my goons in (not at all) <br />them bouncers don't frisk so we get all our tools in (keep the gats) <br />and yeah we pop the bottles, get the girls to groovin (shake it ma) <br />and won't you tell the DJ, it's a Dipset intrusion <br /><br />[Chorus: Fat Pat] <br />Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br /><br />[Verse 5: Mike Jones] <br />I'm the king, I'm the mayor of the city - got the game locked down <br />I roll twelve cars, one with my top down <br />I be swangin in that candy, they don't understand me <br />got my slab complete, watch me pull up on this brandy <br />I'm swangin in this slab with the peanut butter guts <br />if she hop inside my ride then the chick know she gon'wat<br />I ain't playin with no skeezer, the female know I don't need her <br />I pull out my Visa to tease her, not please her <br />they see the diamonds shinin - hand on the wood wheel <br />even though I sold a mill, streets got me hood still <br /><br />[Verse 6: Trae] <br />I still swang to the left, 84's sittin under Tha Truth <br />and these haters watchin my moves, from the way I butterflyed the Coupe <br />I'm black over alligator so dudes know that I got it <br />trunk lift up at the light but my droppa remainin squated <br />still bangin my Screw, doin my thing <br />see the sun been out on me, but they swear I been in the rain <br />my swangas poke out so wide like I'm ridin in double lanes <br />Texan wide wheels lookin like they never stoppin mayne - I'm a... <br /><br />[Chorus: Fat Pat] <br />Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br /><br />[Verse 7: H.A.W.K.] <br />I'm a swang, and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death <br />I would give my last breath to bring you back <br />bring Screw back, in fact bring the whole crew back but <br />only God can do that so I'm a leave it alone <br />movin on, groovin to this soothin song <br />I'm cruisin along *still got a screw tape on still in the zone*, wishin Cory Blunt was home <br /><br />[Verse 8: Bun B] <br />Well I'm a swang, I'm a swang, I'm a swang to the left<br />I'm comin down candy on swangas - it's super tight <br />when I pull up at the light, at a quarter to midnight <br />you pull up right - scared to death, gotta call in the life flight <br />UGK is back on the slab and turnin the wheel <br />once again the Bun and the Pimp, the return of the trill <br />you can love to hate us, or hate to love us - it ain't a thing <br />to them Underground Kingz, we still gon'swang <br /><br />[Verse 9: Paul Wall] <br />I put the H up in the air for that A dub K <br />that fifth wheel, bow down and pray I'm brandy wine over gray <br />I'm swangin with Trae, sprayed by my home boy Ed <br />that third coast custom paint job, got me lookin ready <br />that Swisha House around my neck - Johhny Dang on my wrist <br />trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my fist <br />Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof <br />swangin and bangin on that Screw and throwin boys that duece, It's Paul Wall... <br /><br />[Fat Pat:] <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne
Letra nueva de la canción
[Fat Pat:] <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br /><br />[Talking: Trae] <br />Yeah this the remix <br /><br />[Chorus: Fat Pat] <br />Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br /><br />[Verse 1: Big Pokey] <br />These dudes wanna see a nigga roll <br />five - fifty flossin, leave the tag for the toe <br />ice cold AC, butter scotch guts <br />hard top Benz with the roof popped up <br />every tooth rocked up, OG swangin with the cup<br />sixty duece cocked up, bangin at the stop sign <br />and I'm a pass, not my homie H.A.W.K dogg - I'm a miss <br />everytime I think about him when I'm drivin, I'm a just (I'm a just) <br /><br />[Verse 2: Pimp C] <br />I'm a Screwed Up Affliated, strictly rollin red <br />everytime we hit the parking lot, we turn heads <br />I've been watched by parole - task forcin by the feds <br />'cause they know I got e'm for ten and they know the game ain't dead <br />it's too late I'm deep up in it, ain't nothin about me scary <br />chiefin in the club, tryna find me somethin hairy <br />pimpin at the bar - sippin on drink <br />since I came home from the Pen seems like everybody knows me <br /><br />[Verse 3: Slim Thug] <br />Slim Thugga, my nigga! <br />The trunk bang with the belts, while I swang to the left <br />pop my trunk and yup, yup, yup <br />chrome spokes when I step down the ave in the slab (huh) <br />pull up to the wash, give the Cadillac a bath <br />my car lookin mirror, peanut butter interior <br />poppin trunks, surround they can't sound no clearer <br />they like dang, he here that boy Thugga shut e'm down <br />them Blue Boys shinin'all over H - Town <br /><br />[Verse 4: Jim Jones] <br />I gotta shout my homies in Houston (aye Trae - what up) <br />they ride old school, and they system in screwin (aye Bun B) <br />I'm from New York so in my city we cruisin (Eastside) <br />them '06 whips with the glittery jewels - in (Mazarati's) <br />I don't go in the club till I get all my goons in (not at all) <br />them bouncers don't frisk so we get all our tools in (keep the gats) <br />and yeah we pop the bottles, get the girls to groovin (shake it ma) <br />and won't you tell the DJ, it's a Dipset intrusion <br /><br />[Chorus: Fat Pat] <br />Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br /><br />[Verse 5: Mike Jones] <br />I'm the king, I'm the mayor of the city - got the game locked down <br />I roll twelve cars, one with my top down <br />I be swangin in that candy, they don't understand me <br />got my slab complete, watch me pull up on this brandy <br />I'm swangin in this slab with the peanut butter guts <br />if she hop inside my ride then the chick know she gon'wat<br />I ain't playin with no skeezer, the female know I don't need her <br />I pull out my Visa to tease her, not please her <br />they see the diamonds shinin - hand on the wood wheel <br />even though I sold a mill, streets got me hood still <br /><br />[Verse 6: Trae] <br />I still swang to the left, 84's sittin under Tha Truth <br />and these haters watchin my moves, from the way I butterflyed the Coupe <br />I'm black over alligator so dudes know that I got it <br />trunk lift up at the light but my droppa remainin squated <br />still bangin my Screw, doin my thing <br />see the sun been out on me, but they swear I been in the rain <br />my swangas poke out so wide like I'm ridin in double lanes <br />Texan wide wheels lookin like they never stoppin mayne - I'm a... <br /><br />[Chorus: Fat Pat] <br />Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br />Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup <br /><br />[Verse 7: H.A.W.K.] <br />I'm a swang, and I swang, and I swang to the left <br />pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death <br />I would give my last breath to bring you back <br />bring Screw back, in fact bring the whole crew back but <br />only God can do that so I'm a leave it alone <br />movin on, groovin to this soothin song <br />I'm cruisin along *still got a screw tape on still in the zone*, wishin Cory Blunt was home <br /><br />[Verse 8: Bun B] <br />Well I'm a swang, I'm a swang, I'm a swang to the left<br />I'm comin down candy on swangas - it's super tight <br />when I pull up at the light, at a quarter to midnight <br />you pull up right - scared to death, gotta call in the life flight <br />UGK is back on the slab and turnin the wheel <br />once again the Bun and the Pimp, the return of the trill <br />you can love to hate us, or hate to love us - it ain't a thing <br />to them Underground Kingz, we still gon'swang <br /><br />[Verse 9: Paul Wall] <br />I put the H up in the air for that A dub K <br />that fifth wheel, bow down and pray I'm brandy wine over gray <br />I'm swangin with Trae, sprayed by my home boy Ed <br />that third coast custom paint job, got me lookin ready <br />that Swisha House around my neck - Johhny Dang on my wrist <br />trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my fist <br />Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof <br />swangin and bangin on that Screw and throwin boys that duece, It's Paul Wall... <br /><br />[Fat Pat:] <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne <br />Love it mayne - love it mayne
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