Yo, ain't no better man for this hype track

Just the veteran taking the mic back

David Letterman even said he like that track man

Even though he ain't a rap fan

Black radio, they won't play though

Ever since "Summertime" they ain't liked none of mine

Even though the fans went out & bought enough

I guess they think Will ain't hard enough

Maybe I should just have a shoot out

Run up in the bank, bustin', grabbin' all the loot out

Whoop somebody ass, taking my boot out

Right on TV so ya'll can see me

Just ignorant, attacking, actin' rough

I mean, then will I be black enough

Oh wait maybe I'll jack a truck

Full of cigarettes, guns & drugs & stuff



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Get that

I wish I would of made that

Lean back

I wish I would of made that

I wish I woulda told the girls to 'drop it like it hot'

Summer, Summer, Summertime

Seem like all I got



I always envied how ya'll rock wit Dre & the Chronic

The way that Tupac, Biggie, 50 and Jigga got it

A lot like L.L., Chuck D, Slick & Dougie

I think ya'll love me, but ya'll place other rappers above me

& I don't know if you feel my flow

& be at my show & you'll see where I should go

On the charts of rhyme arts & thoughts in rap form

Damnit, I expanded the platform

Damnit, this Cat's on a rap song

Yeah, it ain't no braids or plats on

Ain't on stage wit no gats on

You know I'm afraid, getting' my act on

It might have stunted my growth

But I wanted them both

& I hope that it would be less tougher

You do two things & then they both gonna suffer

I chose to act & it broke my heart not to rap

Prodigal son, clever, better than ever, back

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[INTRO - CHORUS]

I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got, I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

Yo, do you see that lil' bop in my step

Do you see the little drop to the left, huh, yo...

Baseball cap, Timbs when I walk

Do you see that lil' grin when I talk, huh, yo

Do you see me sorta glide when I slide

See lean to the side in my ride, huh, yo...

Do you see it's no ice on my wrist

Fish still bite just like this... right, right

Do you know what it mean when you see a dude's chick on TV gleamin', huh?

Know what it mean to be on the scene & in the audience "Ali", beamin', yo!

I must have a 'S' on my chest, I recovered from the Wild, Wild West, yes!

Yo, I been up the creek without a paddle

Now I'm back on the saddle,

I got my swagga back



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I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got my swagga back



All you see that you see when you seeing me, you ain't seeing all to be seen

Cause there's more for you to see than when you see me on the scene in my

media machine

I mean madness, sickness, sadness, swaggerless back in the day

Fat, ugly chicks in New York on the radio, saying I'm gay

I had a bonafide downside frown with the swagga not around in my life

Bank account found minimal amounts when countin' cause of my now ex-wife

I had the boar-thick wall & all that, endure pitfalls & all that, fallin'

callin' for help

With no call back, where was ya'll at, gimme the ball back

I got my swagga back



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