swing down sweet chariots let me ride coming down slow on the damn southside swanging on 4 s slamming on do s pimping your hoes that s the way it goes it s the big sugar daddy bailing none other coming down with blount in the red and peanut butter naw i didn t stutter popping trunks surround coming down slow watch a playa what clown on the boulevard yeah my swangas we ll mob i m coming down the boulevard swanging on em hard me and c b got the t v on got my glock in my lap riding till dawn man it s on when we hit the parking lot pop trunk red neon it don t stop watching hoes bop cause we on that glass c b crawling yeah i got on my mask with my sacci locs ready to let my pistol smoke cause up in the c and i m gone off that dope leaning on the drank so what you think i got my hand on my glock plus i got my shank i swang on dots floss on chops hit the scene heat it up like a boiling crock pot dipping so low in the jag cockpit got my paws frostbit with six screens lit feeling like the shit mobbing on twin z s pat and blount in the lac i m in the j a g sipping a skeet taste with a cannon on my waste iceberg to the drawas putting it all in your face shocking and body rocking swanging side to side crawling wide body with palomino inside tell i m a 84 glider mono block glider catch me and 3 in the pathfinder with diamonds that ll blind you smoking on sticky sipping lean in my machine through the parking lot crawling hogging dogging the scene with my mug on mean working sixteen swanging on you boys fulfilling ghetto dreams lumilean to eddies money over bop hoes my diablo and see six zeros niggas sturn like 84 s and switch like kids gotta move around cause they ll put it in yo ur ears still sipping but no beer checking up my styrofoam in h town texas my home sweet home the governor and corleone p a t resurrected vote for mr 3 2 to be reelected we mafia connected with the streets on lock entertaining my peoples on the fifty foot yacht i pull a big body out to bending corners turning heads from the boulevard mlk to the blocks of homestead flossing and flipping turning tipping so low beating the trunk and dropping the top real slow letting the world feel it realest from the gulf coast we swang down up on the block body rock with my folks  