(feat. Lupe Fiasco)
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[Intro]
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We ride, we ride 22's or better
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We, we ride, we ride 22's or better
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{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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Now if I catch you at the light {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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That candy paint ain't lookin right {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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[Bun B]
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Now if you come down to this Dirty South, betta watch yo' ears
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Cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth, and they on them corners
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And they hustlin up that dirty D, betta watch them dirty boys
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Down South we keep it dirty G, I know you heard of me
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I got that work (work) man I got that white and I got that purp', and I
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got that brown and I got that green when I'm in yo' town and I hit yo' scene
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In a candy painted car that'll sit so clean
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Trunk on pop with the fifth on lean
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"II Trill" DVD playin on my screen
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Sittin on cream, man you know what I mean?
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[Chorus]
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Now if I catch you at the light {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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That candy paint ain't lookin right {I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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[Bun B]
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Now if you come down to this T-E-X, betta show some love
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Cause homey you don't wanna see me plex, when we 'bout that paper
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And ain't no shortstop in my cashin checks, I get full of ana
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And get to standin upon these niggaz necks, betta show respect
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Or we pullin out them tecs, man I got them macs and I got them K's
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And I got them 9's and I got them A's, R-15's and them two-two-treys
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Player when I ride I'ma ride for days, no I don't miss and I sho' don't graze
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Bring what you got and I bet it don't faze
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I'm a trill-ass nigga man it's in my ways
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[Chorus]
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[Lupe Fiasco]
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Yup! Now I'm Chi-Town born and I'm Chi-Town bred; call me Westside Lu'
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But I know about the Northside blues and them Southside reds
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I run the F-N-F crew 'til my man Chilly Chill come home and he back on deck
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My garage keep a very fast car, keep a classy gold chain wrapped around my neck
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I came from the left but I'm downright fresh
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Speak on - how you on a song Bun B
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Complete 180 how crazy-ass he gone
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How strong is the brand of D that he on?
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How come he do what he want and never do what we want?
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I'm Rick James, in this game
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There's a wide leather couch for me to plant my feet on
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The Murphys didn't jump me, told me to get comfy
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Even brought the loveseat for me to spill my drink on
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Willie D gave me my stamp
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Shout to Mike Jones and the Swisha camp
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That boy Callion and the Rap-A-Lot Ranch
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The "boss of the North" and "The People's Champ"
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Coolest nigga what? Coolest nigga what?
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Been swallowed by them city lights
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Ball 'til I'm benched and I put it on a pimp
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F-N-F, U-P, U-G-K fo' life
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[Chorus]
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{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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{I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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We ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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We, we ride, we ride 22's or better {Swang on 'em; I swang on 'em, swang on 'em}
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Swang On 'Em
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Bun B |