Swang On 'em (featuring Lupe Fiasco)

[Intro:]

We ride, we ride 22's 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}

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 22's or better {Swang On 'Em; I Swang On 'Em, Swang On 'Em}

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better. {Swang On 'Em; I Swang On 'Em, Swang On 'Em}

[Bun B:]

Now if you come down to this Dirty South, better watch yo' ears

'Cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth & they on them corners

And they hustlin' up that dirty D, better watch them dirty boys

Down South we keep it dirty G, I know you heard of me

I got that work (work) man I got that white & I got that purp'

& I got that brown & I got that green when I'm in yo' town & I hit yo' scene

In a candy painted car that'll sit so clean

Trunk on pop with the 5th on lean

"II Trill" DVD playin' on my screen

Sittin' on cream. Man you know what I mean?

[Chorus:]

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 22's or better {Swang On 'Em; I Swang On 'Em, Swang On 'Em}

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better. {Swang On 'Em; I Swang On 'Em, Swang On 'Em}

[Bun B]

Now if you come down to this T E X, better show some love

'Cause homey you don't wanna see me plex, when we 'bout that paper

And ain't no shortstop in my cashin' checks, I get full of Ana

And get to standin' upon these niggas necks, better show respect

Or we pullin' out them tecs, man I got them macs & I got them K's

And I got them 9's & I got them A's, R15's & them 2 2 treys

Player when I ride I'm a ride for days, no I don't miss & I show don't graze

Bring what you got & I bet it don't faze

I'm a Trill ass nigga man it's in my ways.

[Chorus:]

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 22's or better {Swang On 'Em; I Swang On 'Em, Swang On 'Em}

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better. {Swang On 'Em; I Swang On 'Em, Swang On 'Em}

[Lupe Fiasco]

Yup! Now I'm Chi-Town born and I'm Chi-Town bred; call me Westside Lu'

But I know about the Northside blues and them Southside reds

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

I came from the left but I'm downright fresh

Speak on - how you on a song Bun B

Complete 180 how crazy-ass he gone

How strong is the brand of D that he on?

How come he do what he want and never do what we want?

I'm Rick James, in this game

There's a wide 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 Callion and the Rap-A-Lot Ranch

The "boss of the North" and "The People's Champ"

Coolest nigga what? Coolest nigga what?

Been swallowed by them city lights

Ball 'til I'm benched and I put it on a pimp

F-N-F, U-P, U-G-K fo' life

[Chorus]

{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}

{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}

We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}

We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}