no one on a corner has swagga like us
no one does, everyone gets busted
girl, you can't say no to me
cause imma imma boss, imma imma boss, baby!
yeah, see me [bad word] around
every hoe knows that funky sound
boy, you oughta show some respect for sure
and i don't break your [bad word] neck.
huh, monkey see, monkey do
and i'm a control'em like a like a voodoo
and this is my crew
bad boys, bad boys, and [bad word] for you!
blah, fear the style of the masta
m-a-s-t-e-r - yeah, you got it!
i'm a no liar, i never get tired
bass is my medicine, swag lights my fire!

too much swagga

ja, ja, wunderbar!
i would say it if i were german
but i'm no german, i'm a no mormon
i'm no pornographer and no pinnochio, and i don't know
i'm a doing my own stunts
without a double, i swim without a paddle
yeah, i'm a microphone rebel
stand for it! my style's indefinite!
boy, my style's unpredictable,
it goes like this and then just boo-yaa
instinctly driven, instantly got skilled
and every sucker gets killed
and it's that what you feel
rhymes are sick, everybody get ill
and if you stand like an eel
like an evil knievel i gotta swag and mad skill!

too much swagga