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 cruisin around every hoe knows that funky sound boy, you oughta show some respect for sure and i don't break your fucking 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 we come 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!