Swagga Like Us (feat. Kanye West, Jay-Z & Lil' Wayne)
[Intro/Chorus 4X: sample of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes"] "No one on the corner has swagger like us" "Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"
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[Kanye West] ("No one on the corner") Mr. West is in the building Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion ("No one on the corner") Aiyyo I know I got it first I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims Thanksgiving, do we even got a question? Hermes pastel, I passed the dressing My attitude is tattooed That mean it's permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh? ("No one on the corner") My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole life, now I'm the master Naaaaa-na-naaaaa How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine? Naaaaa-na-naaaaa Tryna get that Kobe number, one over Jordan
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[Jay-Z] Geah.. ("No one on the corner") Got a bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans cause my nines don't fit No one on the corner got a pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause my nine's so thick You can learn how to dress just for checking my fresh Checking-checking my fresh, checking-checking my fresh Follow my steps is the road to success Where the niggas know you're thorough when the girls say yes (yes!) ("No one on the corner") But I can't teach 'em my swag You can pay for school but you can't buy class ("No one on the corner") School of hard knocks I'm a grad And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap It's Hooooo-vahhhhh Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda Hooooo-vahhhhh Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over?
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[Lil Wayne] No one on the corner has swagger like moi Church, and I'm too clean for the choir I require, but I desire I got stripes, A-di-das Mamis scream, "?Papi no mas!" Run up in your shit just me, no mas Running this shit like I got four' tires No one has swagger like these for' guys Now when it comes to styles, I got several Sharper than the swagger, dagger or metal And my jew-els, blue and yellow The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo Who's as follows stay true to the ghetto Write your name on the bullet make you feel special Ha! What the fuck you boys talking 'bout? I know it's us cause we the only thing you talk about And I'm gone... bye... yeah
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[T.I.] Hah, you see? That's right Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy I'm a verse that's picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose You ain't living what you kicking then you worthless Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it Verse is autobiographical, absolutely classical Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do Ain't nobody hot as me Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstanding quality Sell a lot of records, I'll respect it and salute that But spin real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
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[T.I. - over Chorus] Okay, yeah, that's right Okay, yeah, so you notice huh Hah, yeah, okay, tell 'em for me shawty Yeah, that's right, yeah