Lil Keke: Swaggar back

Get your money, get your cash young niggaThis for them gangsta niggaz, this for them gangstasThe Young Don, don't get it twistedI'm from day one, I'm a throwback gangsta nigga ha-ha[Lil' Keke]It's been a long time, and ain't no sense in me lyingBut if you looking for a gangsta, I ain't hard to findSwitch the CEO, in the 2-thee-fo'But I'm straight up out the hood, handling shit like a proI was born on the streets, I was raised on the blockI was really on the cut, with a mouth full of rocksYou niggaz faking, bumping bout your street gloryBut my days in the hood, is a true storyI was 18, with my freestyle skillsThen in 1997, sold a hundred for realCheck the soundscan, man my stats legitWas the first solo act, out the Screwed Up ClickDon't get it twisted, boys gon continue to hateSold fifty thousand tapes, out of Screw front gateI'm a pioneer, and no need for plexersMade five million dollars, in the state of Texas[Hook]I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggarI got my swaggar back, I got my swaggarI got my swaggar back, I got my swaggarAnd tell these hating niggaz, we don't owe they ass nothingI got my swaggar back, I got my swaggarI got my swaggar back, I got my swaggarI got my swaggar back, I got my swaggarAnd tell these silly hoes, that we still don't love 'em[Lil' Keke]You can call it what you want, I pull's up on hoesFrom the Lex to the truck, to the Lac on 4'sYou niggaz bumping, steady out here riding my dickSteady talking bout the slab, and you ain't rolled shitI push candy, 20's and SUV'sHad some of your bitches, getting off they kneesYou niggaz socializing, but I paved the wayAnd I'm always present, on show-up dayI get's props and respect man, wherever I beBut I'm a walking living legend, down in 7-1-3Plus I'm low to the flo', when I'm making a moveBank account sitting fat, I ain't got nothing to proveGet your weight up niggaz, when you come to the woodGet your plate brought to ya, steady thinking it's goodCMG got the rock, and we living a dreamAnd I'm right behind ya nigga, quarterbacking the team what[Hook][Lil' Keke]Down in H-Town, I'm prolly smoking a poundWe get it rocking get it popping, at the lyricists loungeAin't no bullshitting, we clocking nothing but lootI'm trying to tear the wall down, when I'm up in the boothThis for them gangsta niggaz, this for the gangstasI'm a soldier from the hood, so my stripes outrank ya8100 block, and we known to bust yaMy hands stay dirty, I'm a throwback hustlerMusic still dropping, them boys still plottingThe caine still popping, them FED's still watchingControlled now, and the checks look liftyThree hundred thousand, multiply 8-60And it's legit, you know that's big boy shitSo I'm a rapping motherfucker, and I just can't quitCMG nigga, and it's a brand new yearGet off my dick young man, tell your bitch to come here[Hook](*talking*)Uh-huh the Young Don, yes sirI'm back up at ya, CEO style coming straight at yaOut the motherfucking lyricists loungeMy nigga C-Mo, put this one here downYa know, the Young Don is back I ain't charging shitBitches got bad credit with me out hereI'm coming to get it move over, sitting tall ya knowSeven hundred thousand, independent soldSee me nigga I'm telling ya, check the soundscanAll my stats legit nigga, I'm the CEO they got to see me thoughKnow I'm saying, 0-4/0-5 check us