Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song "Swag" Clean, artist - David Banner. Date of issue: 15.08.2011
Song language: English
"Swag" Clean |
| Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see |
| That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be, |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass |
| The white girls call us «nigga» and we just sit back and laugh |
| And call it swag, swag, swag |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| I am no preacher, bitch I’m a teacher |
| More like a thinker, dreamer, believer — pick one |
| A thousand albums came out last year and I ain’t get one |
| Cause these boys looking like man-tan |
| I make hits like Grand Slam |
| Never had a problem keeping up |
| These boys' songs sound weak as fuck |
| I ain’t thinking 'bout easing up, I’m going hard |
| Till my lease is up and my time will be creeping up |
| It’s only right that I tell ‘em (tell ‘em) |
| Don’t buy into everything that these rappers are selling (selling) |
| Thinking that they winning but really these niggas failin' |
| Your people and they need to feed evil to the streets who made you |
| Raised you on great food |
| My Mama didn’t raise no dummy |
| I’ll never let a motherfucker think for me |
| Tell the bitch that it’s 'bout to get ugly |
| 'Bout to hit the game harder than some rugby |
| Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see |
| That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be, |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass |
| The white girls call us «nigga» and we just sit back and laugh |
| And call it swag, swag, swag |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| Is anybody on the next level with me? |
| I’m hearing niggas dissing God, y’all think it’s witty |
| I ain’t laughing, we don’t play in Mississippi |
| Even when I was broke, selling my soul wasn’t tempting |
| Let a white cop shoot a black kid |
| You’ll see a few tweets, that’s it |
| He’ll march for a minute, that’s it |
| Get a new outfit and a dance like this: |
| Cook! |
| Swag! |
| (Woo!) Cook! |
| Swag! |
| (Woo!) |
| Black kid dead and ain’t nobody mad |
| They won’t speak the truth, these niggas been scared |
| Call my flow the pudding, the proof’s in there |
| I say the shit they say I shouldn’t, I ain’t never cared |
| I been everywhere, took game spit it and left it there |
| I brought a couple of slugs to yo hood, pray I don’t leave ‘em there |
| I hope that you don’t give me a reason, double dare |
| I’m hard to scare, I’m what they fear, a black planet |
| Startin' here |
| Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see |
| That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be, |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |
| The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass |
| The white girls call us «nigga» and we just sit back and laugh |
| And call it swag, swag, swag |
| We call it swag, swag, swag |