| 歌曲 | Rollin On SwangaZ |
| 歌手 | Z-Ro |
| 专辑 | Heroin |
| 作曲 : McVey | |
| Chuuch chuuch (yeah), ay... [Chris Ward] | |
| Now what you, bout those | |
| Texan wire wheels | |
| So clean on the scene, we make haters stop drop and roll like it's a fire drill | |
| Pimp C told you, that us | |
| Texas boys fly and trill | |
| Screwed Up | |
| Clicksters, we keep it hood and ride for scrill | |
| Glance at the roof top, it's transformatic time baby | |
| Blink twice, now it's panoramic time baby | |
| Take a good glimpse, you see them stars in the night | |
| Now take another one, cause them stars in the night | |
| Swang left then turn a right, wide circle then run alight | |
| I'm out of sight out of mind, you already know where my gun is right | |
| I got them diamonds, pressing up against the wood grain steering | |
| They glaring like the paint, so them jazzy bops is staring | |
| Yeah they calling my issue pound, apple express way | |
| A three and a pound apple crush, helps me express in the best way | |
| So yeah I'm leaning, off a hundred worth of that mud | |
| I'm golden, | |
| I'm holding in the place they see dot | |
| Dub [Hook] | |
| I'm rolling on swangas, and smoking that good | |
| One hundred dollas worth of drank up in my cup, it tastes so good | |
| The jack boys watching me, but | |
| I really wish they would | |
| Hell yeah | |
| I'm a playa, but don't get it misunderstood | |
| Cause I'm rolling on swangas, and | |
| I'm looking so fly | |
| All the women break they neck, watching me as | |
| I pass by | |
| And you can do it too, if that's really what you feel | |
| No one on the corner, got swangas like us | |
| We don't do regular wheels, not even if it's a truck | |
| Yeah they free for me, for you they gon' cost a couple bucks | |
| So if you po' hustling dog, you best to get your hustle up | |
| I got swangas on my van, and swangas on my 300 | |
| And whichever one | |
| I'm in, you better believe | |
| I'm so blunted | |
| I might be 8-7-3-2, down to flo' in a pair of gators | |
| Dickie top | |
| Dickie bottom, and a fresh pair of | |
| Chuck Taylors | |
| Either way it go | |
| I'm so clean, and all of my diamonds bling bling | |
| One deep for life, if you ain't a weapon then you ain't riding with me | |
| And I only believe half of what | |
| I see, and none of what | |
| I hear Addicted to promethazyne with coedine, what the hell is a beer | |
| We don't drink that over here, cause that's a no-no | |
| I never tasted a | |
| Corona, but | |
| I can tell you all about that drank and that doe-doe | |
| First the fresh meat then a yellow stripe, then a white wall | |
| And that's why your woman head, go up and down all night dog [Hook] [Z-Ro] | |
| I'm a gangsta, by any means necessary | |
| I won't be making love to your lil' | |
| Jodeci, I'ma be doing you to | |
| Street Military baby | |
| So hood, I might put swangas on a | |
| Mercedes baby | |
| And my ride so clean, | |
| I know you wanna have my baby baby | |
| Thinking you gon' take something from me, you must be crazy | |
| Cause this gun | |
| I'm packing, is way bigger than your 3-80 | |
| And I ain't a killer, but please don't push me baby | |
| Cause real homies, know glocks don't have a safety baby | |
| I'm a legend in this game, | |
| I know you heard of me | |
| Z-Ro the Crooked, | |
| I'll turn a peaceful place into a murder scene | |
| My love is for the money, it damn sho' ain't for these hoes | |
| And I can't forget about cars and clothes, that's all | |
| I know As soon as a broad commit, she on her way back out the do' | |
| Since I'm a pimp, | |
| I don't want the booty all | |
| I want is that do' | |
| Girl drop it off to daddy, then go out and get some mo' | |
| And bring it to 3rd | |
| Coast Customs, the realest homies | |
| I know [Hook] |
| zuò qǔ : McVey | |
| Chuuch chuuch yeah, ay... Chris Ward | |
| Now what you, bout those | |
| Texan wire wheels | |
| So clean on the scene, we make haters stop drop and roll like it' s a fire drill | |
| Pimp C told you, that us | |
| Texas boys fly and trill | |
| Screwed Up | |
| Clicksters, we keep it hood and ride for scrill | |
| Glance at the roof top, it' s transformatic time baby | |
| Blink twice, now it' s panoramic time baby | |
| Take a good glimpse, you see them stars in the night | |
| Now take another one, cause them stars in the night | |
| Swang left then turn a right, wide circle then run alight | |
| I' m out of sight out of mind, you already know where my gun is right | |
| I got them diamonds, pressing up against the wood grain steering | |
| They glaring like the paint, so them jazzy bops is staring | |
| Yeah they calling my issue pound, apple express way | |
| A three and a pound apple crush, helps me express in the best way | |
| So yeah I' m leaning, off a hundred worth of that mud | |
| I' m golden, | |
| I' m holding in the place they see dot | |
| Dub Hook | |
| I' m rolling on swangas, and smoking that good | |
| One hundred dollas worth of drank up in my cup, it tastes so good | |
| The jack boys watching me, but | |
| I really wish they would | |
| Hell yeah | |
| I' m a playa, but don' t get it misunderstood | |
| Cause I' m rolling on swangas, and | |
| I' m looking so fly | |
| All the women break they neck, watching me as | |
| I pass by | |
| And you can do it too, if that' s really what you feel | |
| No one on the corner, got swangas like us | |
| We don' t do regular wheels, not even if it' s a truck | |
| Yeah they free for me, for you they gon' cost a couple bucks | |
| So if you po' hustling dog, you best to get your hustle up | |
| I got swangas on my van, and swangas on my 300 | |
| And whichever one | |
| I' m in, you better believe | |
| I' m so blunted | |
| I might be 8732, down to flo' in a pair of gators | |
| Dickie top | |
| Dickie bottom, and a fresh pair of | |
| Chuck Taylors | |
| Either way it go | |
| I' m so clean, and all of my diamonds bling bling | |
| One deep for life, if you ain' t a weapon then you ain' t riding with me | |
| And I only believe half of what | |
| I see, and none of what | |
| I hear Addicted to promethazyne with coedine, what the hell is a beer | |
| We don' t drink that over here, cause that' s a nono | |
| I never tasted a | |
| Corona, but | |
| I can tell you all about that drank and that doedoe | |
| First the fresh meat then a yellow stripe, then a white wall | |
| And that' s why your woman head, go up and down all night dog Hook ZRo | |
| I' m a gangsta, by any means necessary | |
| I won' t be making love to your lil' | |
| Jodeci, I' ma be doing you to | |
| Street Military baby | |
| So hood, I might put swangas on a | |
| Mercedes baby | |
| And my ride so clean, | |
| I know you wanna have my baby baby | |
| Thinking you gon' take something from me, you must be crazy | |
| Cause this gun | |
| I' m packing, is way bigger than your 380 | |
| And I ain' t a killer, but please don' t push me baby | |
| Cause real homies, know glocks don' t have a safety baby | |
| I' m a legend in this game, | |
| I know you heard of me | |
| ZRo the Crooked, | |
| I' ll turn a peaceful place into a murder scene | |
| My love is for the money, it damn sho' ain' t for these hoes | |
| And I can' t forget about cars and clothes, that' s all | |
| I know As soon as a broad commit, she on her way back out the do' | |
| Since I' m a pimp, | |
| I don' t want the booty all | |
| I want is that do' | |
| Girl drop it off to daddy, then go out and get some mo' | |
| And bring it to 3rd | |
| Coast Customs, the realest homies | |
| I know Hook |