Jim Jones - Tha Truth Show lyrics

[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 [Hook - 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 b**hes wanna see a n***a roll Five - fifty flossin, leave the tag for the toe Ice cold AC, bu*ter scotch guts Hard top Benz with the roof popped up Every tooth rocked up, n***a swangin with the Glock nine Sixty duece co*ked up, bangin at the stop sign And I'm a pa**, not my n***a 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, motherf**er! 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 bu*ter 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 n***as 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 j**els - 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 b**hes to groovin (shake it ma) And won't you tell the DJ, it's a Dipset intrusion [Hook - 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 bu*ter guts If she hop inside my ride then the b**h know she gon'f** I ain't playin with no skeezer, the ho 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 bu*terflyed the Coupe I'm black over alligator so n***as 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... [Hook - 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 d**h 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 d**h, 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