We Gone Swang
Guerilla Maab Lyrics
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[Hook x2]
We gone swang, lane to lane
Still gripping the wood grain, collecting my change
We gone swang, lane to lane
In the wide frame, on Fondren and Main
Fucking with G, the skating Escalade
Flossing all through the city, swanging from lane to lane
Gripping wooden grain, that's the way we do it mayn
On a constant grind working jelly, collecting change
In a wide frame, big body overloading the road
Hogging the street, just like they always be out of control
Roll with us, or you bitches get rolled over
Ain't no chip on my shoulder, I just got money to fold up
It's the Dougie Deezie, off of the heezy please believe me
Gotta be keeping it greasy, for me to see the cheesy
Doing it like it go, and there's one thing I know fa sho
We gon shine and gon hold, because the 3rd Coast is our home
[Trae]
See I'm a grain gripping, 83 swanger
Chromy glass, nigga you in danger
Got a sawed off, that'll repaint you
In a wide body, like the Lone Ranger
I'ma stop and drop, when I wanna roll
I got a big four do', with a big fo'-fo'
Sitting solo, Doug-O wrecked
Now Trae done backdo'
Ghetto superstar, menage tois
Candy paint, done wet up the car
Lane to lane, my drop'll get raw
Running red lights, and don't bar the law
Gotta get paid, stacking my change
Gripping the grain, gliding mayn
Turn out the back, and I'ma gon swang
Untamed, fin to do my thang
Now Trae done wrecked it, world respected
Out the Southside, of Houston Texas
Living wreckless, don't neglect it
Moving on, and ain't baring plexas
Bubble eyed, fin to lead the way
Diamonds shining, like a heat wave
Back it up, 'fore I blind your face
Slow Loud And Bangin', fin to lead the race
[Hook x2]
[Jay'Ton]
I swing blocks, when I'm in the drop
Where the throwed bops, and the haters jock
It's Jay'Ton on 84's, Volvos fin to glide the road
I'm 16 all in your face, braided up and I'm out of sight
With a bad dyke on a motor bike, screened up lighting up the night
I'm blue red coming out the I, turning heads on the boulevard
My AK'll make a nigga know, when I cock it back I'm fin to hit you hard
Southside fin to go get it, all about stacking a mill ticket
I'm still playa don't get it twisted, sideways with the trunk lifted
[Lil' B]
The window tinter, wood grain gripper
Wet candy paint, and a chrome pistol
Eyes on me, like a thoed stripper
Showing naked, better take a picture
On the boulevard we don't guard
84's and vogues, down to South Park
Cause I'm Lil' B, and I don't barge
Slow Loud And Bangin', we'll pull your car
That's on the Lord, we'll leave a stain
Hogging lanes, in a wide frame
With my nigga too, all against the grain
On the Dirty South, is where we gon swang
Riding two deep, or solo
Platinum FUBU, or Polo
With a bad hoe, rocking J-Lo
Skating up the block, I'm crawling slow
[Hook x2]
[Z-Ro]
Solid, as a rock
Profiling in the turning lane, banging down your block
Hell naw it just don't stop, matter fact it never slow down
When I'm in the kitchen whipping, my prices tend to go down
Then I dog my Intrepid, mash on the gas on down to the flo'
Till I hit my block and set up shop, anything you need come to the Ro
Might got prices on my head but I'm not scared, I'm gon shine
Relaxing in Rolls Royces, attempting to pass time
I be smoking on that stink, had to retire from that ink
Cause you just can't think, when your mind goes blank
Full tank of unleaded, then I'm head to Probilla
Fucking with that Big Mello, because my click require killas
You ain't gotta holla at me, when you see me outside
Cause when I go to my ride, I got your woman inside
She got her mouth open wide, ready for me to drop it in
My shine is unstoppable, but you wanna stop it here we go again
[Hook x4]
The song 'We Gone Swang' by Guerilla Maab is an ode to car culture, specifically the act of swanging from lane to lane in a car. The verses of the different rappers talk about their cars, providing details like the size of the car (wide frame), the type of car (Escalade), and the way they drive (running red lights), as well as the accessories in their car, such as wooden grain grips, candy paint, and chromy glass. The hook gives the listeners a picture of the car driving through various streets and intersections. However, there is a subtle commentary on the rap game and life itself, as the lyrics point out that "ain't no chip on my shoulder, I just got money to fold up" and that they are "moving on and ain't baring plexas."
This song is full of energy and attitude, as each MC brings their own unique style to the track. The song is a tribute to Houston car culture and the sounds of Southern rap. It also features Lil' B before he became famous for his viral Based God persona.
Line by Line Meaning
We gone swang, lane to lane
We are driving through different lanes in our car, swaying side to side.
Still gripping the wood grain, collecting my change
We are still holding on to the wooden steering wheel while making money (collecting change).
In the wide frame, on Fondren and Main
We are driving in a wide car frame on streets named Fondren and Main.
Fucking with G, the skating Escalade
We are hanging out with a gangster who is driving an Escalade.
Flossing all through the city, swanging from lane to lane
We are driving through different parts of the city and swaying side to side as we change lanes.
Gripping wooden grain, that's the way we do it mayn
We prefer to hold on to the wooden steering wheel of our car.
On a constant grind working jelly, collecting change
We are always hustling to make money, even by collecting small amounts of change.
In a wide frame, big body overloading the road
Our large car frame is taking up a lot of space on the road.
Hogging the street, just like they always be out of control
We are driving recklessly and taking up a lot of space on the street.
Roll with us, or you bitches get rolled over
Join us or face the consequences (being run over).
Ain't no chip on my shoulder, I just got money to fold up
I'm not angry or resentful, I'm just focused on making money.
See I'm a grain gripping, 83 swanger
I am gripping the wooden steering wheel of my 1983 car, swaying side to side.
Chromy glass, nigga you in danger
I have chrome-tinted windows, you should be afraid.
Got a sawed off, that'll repaint you
I have a shotgun that can cause you harm.
In a wide body, like the Lone Ranger
I am driving a wide car body, similar to the Lone Ranger's horse, Silver.
Southside fin to go get it, all about stacking a mill ticket
I am from the Southside and focused on making money.
Bubble eyed, fin to lead the way
My car's headlights are large and round, leading the way on the road.
Solid, as a rock
I am steadfast and strong in my beliefs and actions.
Profiling in the turning lane, banging down your block
I am driving in the turning lane, attracting attention, and making noise.
My AK'll make a nigga know, when I cock it back I'm fin to hit you hard
My AK-47 will make you aware of my intentions when I prepare to shoot.
Relaxing in Rolls Royces, attempting to pass time
I am sitting in Rolls Royces to relax and waste time.
Full tank of unleaded, then I'm head to Probilla
My car has a full tank of gas as I head to Probilla.
She got her mouth open wide, ready for me to drop it in
A woman is eagerly waiting for me to have sex with her.
Contributed by David N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Mike-tl9tx
Brings a tear to my eye how good the game used to be💯
@MarathonJB
Trae done wrecked it well respected out da southside of Houston Texas
@jiggastacks2632
One of Z-ro best verses in on this song #facts... Might have Prices on my head but I'm not scared im go shine
@brenttthehater7003
My man. Bangin this is 2018
@spencerjohnson4767
On Fondren and main!!!
@mdepriest23
we gone swang lane to lane
@willtilimfull
Solid as a rocc profilin in the turnin lane bangin down yo blocc
@marquislucci2884
Nawff side ATX 512
@clydejacksoniv7665
🔥🔥🔥
@terrancelawson1553
I b smokin on dat stink had to retire from that ink/cause you just can't thank when yo mind goes blank. MANN!