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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stalley
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Homer R. O'Dell
Songwriter
Jeffrey Stephen Allen
Songwriter
Keirston Jamal Lewis
Songwriter
Lawrence Waddell
Songwriter
Ricky Kinchen
Songwriter
Stokley Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Frederick
Engineer
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
DJ Quik
Mixing Engineer
Cory Parham
Producer
Leighton Hicks
Producer
Block Beattaz
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Climb on in, let's ride
I'll show you what it really look like
High up in the sky
Like overpasses
Pullin' in the intersection
Give a whole new meaning to the words moon roof
Outer space, baby
I don't think you were ever
This high in a vehicle ever, ever
[Verse 2]
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don't spill
Damn
[Verse 3]
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Chrome on the fe, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don't spill
Damn
[Verse 4]
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Two fingers, bending corners, the block stand still
Cops on my heels but I'm beating down still
Chrome on my lap for these jackers out to kill
Feet size Shaquille
It's magic how the paint pop the grill
Pop the clutch and squeal
Blades chop like Kill Bill
[Verse 5]
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don't spill
Damn
[Verse 6]
Grab my shells and roll up
Triple stacks my cups up
Jolly Ranchers and Xanax. my special potion cola
My seats feel like sofas
Cup in my hand, no coasters
This drink don't spill, I'm focused
I sip up and I smoke up
All in one motion
Doing 60 I'm floatin'
Elbow out the window, I'm gloatin'
Ridin' in slow motion, my new car look like my old one
[Verse 7]
Boy, boy, boy, I see you (I know)
Boy, boy, boy, I see you (I know)
Boy, boy, boy, I see you swangin'
[Verse 8]
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don't spill
Damn
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Boy, I see you swangin'
Boy, I see you swangin'
[Verse 9]
Cherry red paint make the frame glow
Them gold flakes make it rainbow
When the sun hit it it shine from every angle
Furry red dice dangle from the rearview, a pimp's cathedral
Diamond in the back, the hard top is my halo
Let my sweet angel ride shotgun and chill
[Verse 10]
Boy, boy, boy, I see you
Boy, boy, boy, I see you swangin'
[Verse 11]
My music jam, I'm banging Screw
Shout out to my Houston crew
Uncle Bun and Scarface, the reason why my car laced
With a detachable Alpine face
Fifteens and loud bass
Had to listen to Screw, right?
First time I poured lean, I had to use up two sprites
I swear I drove, like, all night
Under that Houston star, lazy, rest in peace to Pimp
And Big Moe, the Barre Baby
The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby
[Verse 12]
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill
Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don't spill
Damn
I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
I'ma show you, I'ma show you how to twerk the wheel
Boy, I see you swangin'
Boy, I see you swangin'
[Verse 13]
Glass 84s gleaming under my ride
A summertime vibe, it's 1995
Back when DJ Screw had the city slowed down
Three in the morning, drank was pouring out
Back to take you back to where you couldn't ride slab
'Cause the elbow killer comin', tippin' up the ave
And catch a **** slippin'
Then beat you for your shit
And put a bullet in your head
Leavin' your people sick
That's why I be trippin' when I see 'em ridin' Vogues
I whisper to myself, boy, these **** don't know
Flaked out boat pain
They Hollywood hoppin'
With French antennas
The pop, doors poppin'
The eighteens speaking so it's no back seat
Got them big head rests
And one fat freak
That'll suck a **** dick off
A Southside thing
You can zig, zag and lace
But you ain't Southside, man
[Verse 14]
You see me swangin'
Swangin'
Written by: Cory Jefferson Parham, Homer R. O'Dell, Jeffrey Stephen Allen, Keirston Jamal Lewis, Kyle Myricks, Lawrence Waddell, Leighton Hicks, Ricky Kinchen, Scarface, Stokley Williams