| We gon do this one here for the ruckus
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| Climb on in, let’s ride
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| I’ll show you what it really look like
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| High up in the sky
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| Like overpasses, pullin' in the intersection
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| Give a whole new meaning to the words «moon roof»
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| Outer space, baby
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| I don’t think you will ever, get this high
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| In a vehicle ever, ever again
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel
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| Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
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| Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel
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| Chrome on the, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| Boy I see you swangin'
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel
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| Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
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| Boy I see you swangin'
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| Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| Two fingers, bending corners, the block stand still
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| Cops on my heels but I’m beating down still
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| Chrome on my lap for these jackers out to kill
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| Feet size Shaquille, it’s magic how the paint pop the grill
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| Pop the clutch and squeal, blades chop like «Kill Bill»
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| Boy I see you swangin'
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel
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| You see me swangin'
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| Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
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| Boy I see you swangin'
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| Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn
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| Grab my shells and roll up, triple stack my cups up
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| Jolly Ranchers and Xanax, my special potion cola
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| My seats feel like sofas, cup in my hand, no coasters
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| This drink don’t spill, I’m focused, I sip, I bend, I smoke up
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| All in one motion, doing 60, I’m floatin'
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| Elbow out the window, I’m gloatin', ridin' in slow motion
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| My new car look like my old one
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| Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)
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| Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)
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| Boy, boy, boy I see ya swangin'
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel
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| Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
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| Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| Boy I see you swangin'
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
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| (Boy I see you swangin') Swang, cock the…
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| Cherry red paint make the frame glow
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| Them gold flakes make it rainbow
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| When the sun hit it, it shine from every angle
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| Furry red dice dangle from the rearview, a pimp’s cathedral
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| Diamond in the back, the hard top is my halo
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| Let my sweet angel ride shotgun and chill
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| Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)
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| Boy, boy, boy I see you (I know)
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| Boy, boy, boy I see ya swangin' (aight, bring the beat back)
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| My music jam, I’m banging Screw, shout out to my Houston crew
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| Uncle Bun and Scarface the reason why my car laced
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| With detachable alpine face, fifteens and loud bass
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| Had to listen to Screw, right?
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| First time I poured lean, I had to use up two Sprites
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| I swear I drove like all night
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| Under that Houston star, lazy — rest in peace to the Pimp
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| You see me swangin'
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| And Big Moe, the Barre Baby, the Barre Baby (swangin')
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| The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how how to twerk the wheel
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| Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
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| Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don’t spill, damn
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| I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| Boy I see you swangin'
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| I’ma show you, I’ma show you how to twerk the wheel
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| Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
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| (Boy I see you swangin') Swang, cock the…
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| Glass, glass 84s, gleaming under my ride
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| A summertime vibe, it’s 1995
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| Back when, back when DJ Screw had the city slowed down
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| Three in the morning, drank was pouring out
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| Back to, back to take you back to where you couldn’t ride slab
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| Cause the elbow killer comin', tippin' up the ave
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| And catch a nigga slippin', then beat you for your shit
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| And put a bullet in your head, leavin' your people sick
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| That’s why I be trippin' when I see 'em ridin' Vogues
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| I whisper to myself, «Boy, these niggas don’t know»
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| Flaked out boat paint, they Hollywood hoppin'
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| With French antennas, the pop doors poppin'
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| The eighteens speaking so it’s no back seat
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| Got them big head rests, and one fat freak
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| That gon' suck a nigga dick off, the Southside thing
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| You can zig, zag and lace but you ain’t Southside, mayne
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| You see me swangin', swangin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swangin' , by - Scarface. Song from the album Know More (The Best of Stalley), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп