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What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
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What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about

What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about

What ya know about that candy paint with butter guts
V b s, princess cuts with purple stuff up in my cup
I'm grippin' on that grain man, switching lane to lane man
In my rover range man like collie on them heaven thang

I'm in the parking lot with my candy apple drop
Hop inside, press a button, watch my top pass out
See i'm a hustler on my grind, the four vogues fit for reclining
Watch me smile and show my grill so y'all can see that i'm a shine

2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
Thats my cell phone number hit me up on the low
I'm from the city of the clutch where the music screwed up
I'm switching lanes, holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby

What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
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What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about

What ya know about some vogue tires and 84's
Candy paint red cherry blossom drippin' off the door
I'm from the place where our smiles stay iced out
Diamonds in our mouth, baby jammin' on this swishahouse

I'm paul wall the peoples champ, the trunk popper
I'm something like a chick magnet catching all the boppers
We used to ride choppers back in 9-8
Still jammin' grey tapes in this lone star state

I'm from the place we be sippin' on prescription cough syrup
It's some icy white shoes and a tall tee shirt
I got the trunk on crack with neon lights in the back
We still jammin' robert davis what ya know about that baby

What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about

What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about

Pulling up holding, got the top folding
Got vogues on my lo' when i got the drop strolling
Got now n' later paint, peter pan guts
15's banging i can beat a man up

Big grill in the lady, gat in the waist
See the 5th wheel sleepin' when i'm sliding away
Poppin' my trunk, you see the lights glowing
Me and paul wall leaning, you see the sprite pouring

It's an h town thang when you riding on swangs
In that candy coated frame grippin on that wood grain
You call 'em hoes, we call 'em bops
You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
Killa

What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about

What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes, holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about