Swang On ’Em

Lyrics

[Intro: Enigma] We ride, we ride 22s or better We, we ride, we ride 22's or better I swang on 'em, swang on 'em I swang on 'em, swang on 'em [Hook: Enigma] Now if I catch you at the light I swang on 'em, swang on 'em That candy paint ain't lookin right I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We, we ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em [Verse 1: Bun B] Now, if you come down to this Dirty South (South) Better watch your ears 'Cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth (Mouth) And they on them corners And they hustling up that dirty D (D) Better watch them dirty boys Down South, we keep it dirty, G (G) I know you heard of me I got that work (Work) Man, I got that white, and I got that purp And I got that brown and I got that green When I'm in your town and I hit your scene In a candy-painted car that'll sit so clean Trunk on pop with the fifth on lean II Trill DVD playing on my screen Sitting on cream, man, you know what I mean? [Hook: Enigma] Now, if I catch you at the light I swang on 'em, swang on 'em That candy paint ain't lookin right I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We, we ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em [Verse 2: Bun B] Now if you come down to this T-E-X (X) Better show some love 'Cause homie, you don't wanna see me plex (Plex) When we 'bout that paper It ain't no shortstop in my cashier checks (Checks) I get full of ana And get to standing upon these niggas' necks (Necks) Betta show respect Or we pulling out them Tecs (Tecs) Man, I got them Macs, and I got them Ks And I got them nines, and I got them As R-15s and them two-two-treys Playa, when I ride, I'ma ride for days No, I don't miss, and I sure don't graze Bring what you got, and I bet it don't faze I'm a trill-ass nigga, man, it's in my ways [Hook: Enigma & Lupe Fiasco] Now, if I catch you at the light I swang on 'em, swang on 'em That candy paint ain't looking right I swang on 'em, swang on 'em (Yeah! Lupe) We ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We, we ride, we ride 22s or better (Better) Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em (Ha, yep, ugh) [Verse 3 Lupe Fiasco] Now I'm Chi-Town-born and I'm Chi-Town-bred Call me Westside Lu But I know about them Northside blues And them Southside reds (Ugh) I run the F-N-F crew 'Til my man Chilly Chill come home and he back on deck My garage keep a very fast car Keep a classy gold chain wrapped around my neck Yeah, I came from the left, but I'm downright fresh Speak on! How you on a song Bun B on? Complete 180, how crazy has he gone? How strong is the brand of the D that he on? How come he do what he want And never do what we want? (Woo!) I'm Rick James, and this game Is a white leather couch for me to plant my feet on The Murphys didn't jump me, told me to get comfy Even brought the loveseat for me to spill my drink on Willie D gave me my stamp Shout to Mike Jones and the Swisha camp That boy Kyleon and the Rap-A-Lot Ranch The Boss of the North and The People's Champ Coolest nigga, what? Coolest nigga, what? Getting swallowed by them city lights Ball 'til I'm benched and I put it on the Pimp F-N-F U-P, U-G-K for life [Hook: Enigma] Now if I catch you at the light I swang on 'em, swang on 'em That candy paint ain't looking right I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We, we ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em [Outro: Enigma] I swang on 'em, swang on 'em I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em We, we ride, we ride 22s or better Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em