City of the Swang Bun B (Ft. Mike Jones & Slim Thug)

[Chorus: Bun B, Slim Thug & Mike Jones]
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane

[Verse 1: Bun B]
I'm from the city of the swangs, mayne the land of the stains
This is Candy Paint County (county), I'm known as the game
Where them trunks on bang (bang), the candy paint drip (drip)
The trunk knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped
You come down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your Levi's ripped
This is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the strobes so you hoes best not come down here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys think we on some country Alabama shit (bama shit)
Till that hammer spit and you or your man are hit (hold up)
So watch your manners cause we packin them bananas
For you boys actin monkey - we can go and make it funky
From the 5th ward, 4th ward, acres to the tray
Southside to the West, all the way to BA (hey)
The sixteen slidin, fifty-nine flippin (flippin)
Forty-five flossin and nineteen tippin in the