[Intro – slowed, chopped feel]
Slowed… throwed… swangin’ on foes
Candy drip shine while I glide down roads
Slide by… might nod hi
If I’m feelin’ like a nice guy
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[Verse 1]
Purple in my cup, best believe it doubled up
Runts blowin’ loud, whole trunk bubble up
Pistol tucked low for a dummy actin’ tough
Ain’t lookin’ for smoke but I ain’t backin’ up
See you checkin’ my sauce, yeah you know I’m a boss
Leather so soft when I step out the lac
Notice the class when she grabbing on my arm
Southside swang, slab lookin’ warm
Slow roll creep when the bassline knock
Screens fall down when the beat gon’ drop
Top down, trunk got the stereo hot
Whole hood watch when the candy paint pop
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[Hook – melodic Houston sing-rap vibe]
We swang wide on the southside
That’s just how we ride
Top down, trunk bump loud sound
Whole city outside
Crips walk slow, Bloods nod too
Everybody vibin’ when the beat slide through
They say Tribe know how to swang that thang
Pimp in the game, let the trunk go bang
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[Verse 2]
Boy shinin’, chrome stay gleamin’
Pockets on swole, whole crew schemin’
Gotta watch close, never trust the scene
Keep it clean but I move with a mean
Tribal Echo when the beat drop low
Got the whole crowd rockin’ slow-mo
Out they seat when the bassline hit
Heads start bobbin’ when I talk my talk slick
Put you in the ride, let the slab glide
Bang my set, let the city testify
Neck break rhythm when the hook come back
Catch me in a mood when I lean too stacked
Sip too much, head feel heavy
Big red mix got the night unsteady
But I stay sharp when it’s time to move
Switch flip quick when I set the groove
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[Hook]
We swang wide on the southside
That’s just how we ride
Top down, trunk bump loud sound
Whole city outside
Crips walk slow, Bloods nod too
Everybody vibin’ when the beat slide through
They say Tribe know how to swang that thang
Pimp in the game, let the trunk go bang
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[Verse 3 – Bonnie & Clyde energy]
Tribe don’t play ’bout the one he love
Two locked tight like a hand in glove
Might fuss loud but they stay solid
Cross that line, that’s a closed-door problem
Real deal chill, keep it low key
Gangster blues, that’s the code we keep
Bonnie and Clyde in the slab at night
Southside stars under neon lights
Nothing to lose when you built like that
Ride or die vibe and we stand on that
Swang lane to lane, keep the system fed
Slow life rhythm in the city of red
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