Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swang On 4's, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Song language: English
Swang On 4's |
| Swingers, and droppers, Southside |
| We’re gonna ball baby, living so lavishly |
| And you know that I’ll, grab and break |
| Wreckshopping all night long baby |
| Swing on 4's with me Swing 4's with me, come roll with me As the po-po, cause I’ma flow the tree |
| Make tracks stop, beating up the block |
| Ass end hop on the 4's and chop |
| Can’t let these haters take what I got |
| Blue and frail, fresh out the shop |
| Some gone bop, the lighters gone light |
| That’s why I keep glocks with infrared dots |
| No time to plex, got to push the lex |
| Keep them diamonds shining round my neck |
| Shots of chrome while I’m on the phone |
| Popping legs walking in my home |
| Walking through the doors, on marble floors |
| Chandeliers and studios |
| Got to pimp the pen, when I’m in the wind |
| And swanging 4's with optimos |
| Swang on 4's with me, and I like it Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's |
| Swang on 4's with me, oooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's |
| Oooooooh I’m one swinger, with wood grain |
| All on my dash, when I pass I’m looking oh so clean |
| Oooooone in the chaaamber they must be Out of their minds if they’re trying to take my bitch from me I won’t be taken, releasing shots from my gun |
| Ain’t the one to get took off my four |
| Cause I know these jackers be waiting |
| That’s why I’m strapped at all times, I think you better let go Bubble lights they shining bright, bull-guard in the turning lane |
| I’ma rock candy coat, then I’ma play with a remote working with wood grain |
| Z-Ro gone bleed the block not with the rocks, I bleed red like the flesh |
| It ain’t no more hoops, just candy Coupes rings filed in the STS |
| Little young got a gun and beam, and I make you scream |
| I work too hard when I grind, for niggas that wanna take my shit |
| And niggas will get hit, I promise these fellas gone mind |
| If I got to pull my piece to make a hater retreat |
| Then I’ma focus on taking him out with red dots, they will smell |
| It in the wind 'fore they try to move in I’m busting in the parking lot |
| In a big body Dave &Taylor ain’t no haunt day |
| Going the wrong way on the one way, screams falling |
| Like rain drops, they gonna try to take me one day |
| But I’m armed and dangerous, eliminated the plex |
| When it came to us unlike these muts |
| I ain't no bust, riding on 94's and the game to us Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there ain't no waking up And ghetto hoes be |
| paging us, and steady broads be claiming us But I'ma hit my switch, drop the top and unlock my kid |
| From South coast to a million copies, we swinging bitch |