Z-Ro, Chris Ward - Rollin On Swangaz lyrics

Chuuch chuuch (yeah) , ay

Now what you, bout those Texan wire wheels
So clean on the scene
We make haters stop drop and roll
Like it's a fire drill pimp C told you
That us Texas boys fly and trill
Screwed Up Clicksters
We keep it hood and ride for scrill
Glance at the roof top
It's transformatic time baby
Blink twice, now it's panoramic time baby
Take a good glimpse
You see them stars in the night
Now take another one
Cause them stars in the night
Swang left then turn a right
Wide circle then run alight
I'm out of sight out of mind
You already know where my gun is right
I got them diamonds
Pressing up against the wood grain steering
They glaring like the paint
So them jazzy bops is staring
Yeah they calling my issue pound
Apple express way
A three and a pound apple crush
Helps me express in the best way
So yeah I'm leaning
Off a hundred worth of that mud i'm golden
I'm holding in the place they see dot Dub

I'm rolling on swangas, and smoking that good
One hundred dollas worth of drank
Up in my cup, it tastes so good
The jack boys watching me
But I really wish they would
Hell yeah I'm a playa
But don't get it misunderstood
Cause, I'm rolling on swangas
And I'm looking so fly
All the women break they neck
Watching me as I pass by
And you can do it too
If that's really what you feel
Just hit up wwwtexanwirewheels

No one on the corner, got swangas like us
We don't do regular wheels
Not even if it's a truck
Yeah they free for me
For you they gon' cost a couple bucks
So if you po' hustling dog
You best to get your hustle up
I got swangas on my van
And swangas on my 300
And whichever one I'm in
You better believe I'm so blunted
I might be 8-7-3-2
Down to flo' in a pair of gators
Dickie top Dickie bottom
And a fresh pair of Chuck Taylors
Either way it go I'm so clean
And all of my diamonds bling bling
One deep for life
If you ain't a weapon then
You ain't riding with me
And I only believe half of what I see
And none of what I hear
Addicted to promethazyne with coedine
What the hell is a beer
We don't drink that over here
Cause that's a no no
I never tasted a Corona
But, I can tell you all about
That drank and that doe doe
First the fresh meat then a yellow stripe
Then a white wall
And that's why your woman head
Go up and down all night dog

I'm a gangsta, by any means necessary
I won't be making love to your lil' Jodeci
I'ma be doing you to Street Military baby
So hood
I might put swangas on a Mercedes baby
And my ride so clean
I know you wanna have my baby baby
Thinking you gon' take something from me
You must be crazy
Cause this gun I'm packing
Is way bigger than your 3-80
And I ain't a killer, but please
Don't push me baby cause real homies
Know Glocks don't have a safety baby
I'm a legend in this game
I know you heard of me z-Ro the Crooked
I'll turn a peaceful place
Into a murder scene
My love is for the money
It damn sho' ain't for these hoes
And I can't forget about cars and clothes
That's all I know as soon as a broad commit
She on her way back out the do'
Since I'm a pimp
I don't want the booty all I want is that do'
Girl drop it off to daddy
Then go out and get some mo'
And bring it to 3rd Coast Customs
The realest homies I know