(feat. Pokey, Pimp C, Slim Thug, Jim Jones) 



[Fat Pat:] 

Love it mayne - love it mayne 

Love it mayne - love it mayne 

Love it mayne - love it mayne 

Love it mayne - love it mayne 



[Talking: Trae] 

Yeah this the remix 



[Chorus: Fat Pat] 

Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 



[Verse 1: Big Pokey] 

These bitches wanna see a nigga roll 

five - fifty flossin, leave the tag for the toe 

ice cold AC, butter scotch guts 

hard top Benz with the roof popped up 

every tooth rocked up, nigga swangin with the glock nine 

sixty duece cocked up, bangin at the stop sign 

and I'm a pass, not my nigga H.A.W.K dogg - I'm a miss 

everytime I think about him when I'm drivin, I'm a just (I'm a just) 



[Verse 2: Pimp C] 

I'm a Screwed Up Affliated, strictly rollin red 

everytime we hit the parking lot, we turn heads 

I've been watched by parole - task forcin by the feds 

'cause they know I got e'm 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, tryna find me somethin hairy 

pimpin at the bar - smokin on a stoggy 

since I came home from the Pen seems like everybody knows me 



[Verse 3: Slim Thug] 

Slim Thugga, motherfucker! 

The trunk bang with the belts, while I swang to the left 

pop my trunk and yup, yup, yup 

chrome spokes when I step down the ave in the slab (huh) 

pull up to the wash, give the Cadillac a bath 

my car lookin mirror, peanut butter interior 

poppin trunks, surround they can't sound no clearer 

they like damn, he here that boy Thugga shut e'm down 

them Blue Boys shinin'all over H - Town 



[Verse 4: Jim Jones] 

I gotta shout my niggas in Houston (aye Trae - what up) 

they ride old school, and they system in screwin (aye Bun B) 

I'm from New York so in my city we cruisin (Eastside) 

them '06 whips with the glittery jewels - in (Mazarati's) 

I don't go in the club till I get all my goons in (not at all) 

them bouncers don't frisk so we get all our tools in (keep the gats) 

and yeah we cop the bottles, get the bitches to groovin (shake it ma) 

and won't you tell the DJ, it's a Dipset intrusion 



[Chorus: Fat Pat] 

Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 



[Verse 5: Mike Jones] 

I'm the king, I'm the mayor of the city - got the game locked down 

I roll twelve 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 this brandy 

I'm swangin in this slab with the peanut butter guts 

if she hop inside my ride then the bitch know she gon'fuck 

I ain't playin with no skeezer, the hoe know I don't need her 

I pull out my Visa to tease her, not please her 

they see the diamonds shinin - hand on the wood wheel 

even though I sold a mill, streets got me hood still 



[Verse 6: Trae] 

I still swang to the left, 84's sittin under Tha Truth 

and these haters watchin my moves, from the way I butterflyed the Coupe 

I'm black over alligator so niggas know that I got it 

trunk lift up at the light but my droppa remainin squated 

still bangin my Screw, doin my thing 

see the sun been out on me, but they swear I been in the rain 

my swangas poke out so wide like I'm ridin in double lanes 

Texan wide wheels lookin like they never stoppin mayne - I'm a... 



[Chorus: Fat Pat] 

Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 

Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left 

pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup 



[Verse 7: H.A.W.K.] 

I'm a 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 of fact bring the whole crew back 

only God can do that so I'm a leave it alone 

movin alone, groovin to this soothin song 

I'm cruisin along, wishin Cory Blunt was home 



[Verse 8: Bun B] 

Well I'm a swang, I'm a swang, I'm a swang to the right 

I'm comin down candy on swangas - it's super tight 

when I pull up at the light, at a quarter to midnight 

you pull up right - scared to death, gotta call in the life flight 

UGK is back on the slab and turnin the wheel 

once again the Bun and the Pimp, the return of the trill 

you can love to hate us, or hate to love us - it ain't a thing 

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, sprayed by my home boy Ed 

that third coast custom paint job, got me lookin ready 

that Swisha House around my neck - Johhny Dang on my wrist 

trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my fist 

Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof 

swangin and bangin on that Screw and throwin boys that duece, It's Paul Wall... 



[Fat Pat:] 

Love it mayne - love it mayne 

Love it mayne - love it mayne 

Love it mayne - love it mayne 

Love it mayne - love it mayne