Lyrics Swangin In the Rain - Paul Wall, Chamillionaire, Slim Thug

Swangin In the Rain

I could write a book on how to work the wheel
Candy watermelon with the bumper grill
It’s floodin' outside and I’m the wettest still
Windows roll up, cold cup and some kill
Let me explain the way it feel to ride on 84s
A different level of respect amongst yo peers and foes
Anotha victim of the streets if you ain’t on yo toes
My took palms might leave you, betta watch my toes
Rain comin' down while I’m comin' down
Heads turn around when 'em swangers turn around
Shout out to my OG slab riders
Big mick, sport black, balley all my patnas
Swang around the puddle, drankin' muddy as a puddle
Softer than a pool of leather proferated butter
This for all the hustlers out there gettin' it in the rain
Time to turn the music up and go swang
Swangin' in the rain
Swang on!
Swangin' in the rain
(So much love between us)
Raindrops on my window
Elbows poking out past the fender
Turn sharper than a No. 2 pencil
The way I avoid hitting curbs is monumental
Slow pace drankin' on my last days
Ridin' one deep 'cause my ace caught a case
Somethin' on my mind, so I’m turnin' up the bass
In my zone, I’m swangin' with finesse and grace
Forecast muddy, atmosphere cloudy
Pourin' up while the rain pourin' down around me
Shout out my boy Big D up in the county
Pop trunk on a cop, fourth Ward where they found 'em
Rain drops on my panoramic roof
Check the red light cameras if you want the proof
Candy apple over silver, I’m swangin'
In the turning lane turnin' heads every time I swang in the rain