Intro    (Fat Pat)   Love it man   Love it man   Love it man      (Trae)   Yeah this the remix      Chorus (Fat Pat)   Swang and I swang and I swang to the left   Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep yep (x4)      Verse 1 (Big Pokey)   These b***hes wanna see a n***a roll   550 flossin' here's a tag for the toll   Ice cold AC butterscotch guts   Hard top Benz with the roof popped up   Every tooth rocked up   N***a swangin' with the glock 9   60 duece cocked up bangin' at the stop sign   Mamma passed now my n***a Hawk dawg I'ma miss   Everytime I think about him when i'm drivin' I'ma just      Verse 2 (Pimp C)   I'm a screwed up affiliator strictly rollin' red   Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turned heads   I've been watched by parole task force and by the feds   Cuz they know I got it for ten   And they know the game ain't dead   It's too late   I'm deep up in it ain't nothin' about me scary   Chiefin' in the club try'na find me somethin' hairy   Pimpin' at the bar smokin' on the stokey   Since I came home from the pen seems like everybody know me      Verse 3 (Slim Thug)   Slim Thugga    Muthaf***a   The trunk bang with the belts when I swang to the left   Pop my trunk and yep yep yep   Chrome spokes when I step down the ave in the slab   Pull up to the wash give the Cadillac a bath    Like my chrome lookin' mirror   Peanut butter interior   Pop the trunk surround it can't sound no clearer   They like to have me here the boy Thugga shuttin' down   Them blue boys shinin' all over H-Town      Verse 4 (Jim Jones)   (South let's go I know what it is)    I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae what up)   That ride old schools and they system is screwin' (Hey Bun B)   I'm from New York so all my city we cruisin' (Eastside)   Them '06 whips with the glittery jewels in (Masseratis)   I don't go in the club til' we get all my goons in (Not at all)   The bouncers don't frisk so we get all the tools in (Keep the gats)   The Cali poppin' bottles get the b***hes groovin' (Shake it ma)   And won't you tell the DJ it's a Dipset intrusion   (Thug game)      Chorus (Fat Pat)      Verse 5 (Mike Jones)   I'm the king I'm the mayor of the city got the game locked down   I roll 12 cars one with my top down   I be swangin' in that candy   They don't understand me   Got my slab complete watch me pull up on Miss Grandy   I'm swangin' in my slab with the peanut butter guts   If she hop inside my ride then the b***h know she gon' f***   I ain't playin' with no ceasar   The hoe know I don't need her   I pull out my beezer to tease her not please her   They see the diamonds shinin' hand on the wood wheel   Even though I sold a mil'   Three's got me hood still (I said)   They see the diamonds shinin' hand on the wood wheel   Even though I sold a mil'   Three's got me hood still      Verse 6 (Trae)   I still swang to the left 84's sittin' under the shoes   These haters watchin' my moves from the way I butterfly'd the coupe   And I'm black over alligator so n****z know that I got it   Trunk lift up at the light but my dropper remain in squat   Still bangin' my Screw doin' my thang   Somethin' bout a week but they swear I've been in the rain   My swangas poke out so wide like I'm ridin' in double lanes   Texan wild wheels lookin' like they never stoppin' man   I'ma      Chorus (Fat Pat)      Verse 7 (Big Hawk)   I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the left   Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death   I would give my last breath if I could bring you back   Bring Screw back   Matter fact bring the whole crew back   Only God can do that so I'ma leave it alone   Movin' on   Groovin' to this soothin' song   I'm cruisin' along   Still got a Screw tape on   Still in the zone   Wishin' Cory Blunt was home      Verse 8 (Bun B)   Well I'ma swang I'ma swang I'ma swang to the right   I'm comin' down candy on swangers it's super tight   When I pull up at the light   At a quarter to midnight   You pull up bright    Scared to death gotta call it a light flight   UGK is back on the slab and turnin' the wheel   Once again the Bun and the Pimp gon' return to the trill   You can love to hate us or hate to love us it ain't a thang   To them Underground Kingz   We still gon' swang      Verse 9 (Paul Wall)   I put the H up in the air for that A dub K   That fifth wheel bow down and pray    I'm brandy wine over gray   I'm swangin' with Trae   Spray by my homeboy Ed   That third coast custom paint job got me lookin ready   The Swishahouse around my neck Johnny dang on my wrist   Trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my fist   Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof   Swangin' bangin' on this Screw and throwin' boys that duece    It's Paul Wall       Outro    (Fat Pat)   Love it man   Love it man   Love it man