Schwing

[Verse 1]
F swag, I got schwing
Def rag, fresh threads. hot wings
Dirty shoes, Nudie blue jeans
He's got a grown-cut crease, tough steez, 'nuff creez
Got them on that new slang
Got them all-black new frames, show them how I do things
You lames think you're on a new thing
Didn't get it when I did it back in '02, mayne
Always on that awesomely aesthetical
Hella cool, biters hoping that it's taste-testable
Because my flavor's so edible
Vegetables incredible, vegans call it impeccable
Beauty so ineffable, eff a fool's name brand
Floss my name, and no one can look the same, man
That's the game plan; I'm a pro, respect it
Girlies saying, "'Cron is so eclectic! He be like..."

[Hook]
Schwing, schwing, schwing, schwing
Schwing, schwing, schwing, schwing

[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout this, see my outfits?
Biters hating, concentrating like Auschwitz
Fools be hanging on my pouch with
Ladies on my couch, Pootie Tang'ing "Cappa chow, bitch!"
Wa-da-tah, I got a lot
Of ways to blow it up, I'm hella bomb Jihad Allah
You're so phony, all eyes on me
And children turn invisible; call me Joe Kony
Stingy brim like Ben Vereen
Looking good in slim-cut jeans, I'm slim but lean
Grinchy men bite trends from me
But I got trim from queens loving scha-wing
300-dollar jeans with a 5-dollar tee and some 20-dollar sneaks
And I still get it from the freaks
Because it ain't about the gear -- It's ME. They be like...

[Hook]