Clipse - S.L.U. lyrics

[Hook: MIA] No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger, swagger like us [Intro: Pusha T] No one on the corner got swagger like us You see, the rap game can't give you swagger The streets can't give you swagger Believe it or not, money can't even give you swagger Swagger something you gotta be born with I think it's safe to say that everybody on this track right here Definitely got they swagger intact you know Without further ado, Re-Up Gang Records [Verse 1 : Pusha T] Pusha Ton is in the building Powder to the motherf**ing ceiling I'm so consistent every verse I prototype this coke flow Y'all just my children Don't get caught up in your feelings because You just original fakes and I am the cause If you follow fashion, you can follow my bars If not, get your Hypebeast on, follow the blogs (No one on the corner) has swagger like such Two diamond chains, my neck on this double dutch Standing in my action figure pose for them hoes A.P.C. Denim the tops is Play Cloths (yeah) The trend-humper vs. the trend-setter The CL is V-12, the V for vendetta Til the Casket Drops in '09 The meaning of a cla**ic is defined, yes [Hook] x2 [Bridge] Til the Casket Drops coming soon Play Clothes in stores If you addicted to the fly go get that sh** You know how we do All this money [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] No one on the corner got swagger like us Cocaine cowboys too much to flush You can't comprehend all the paper I touch All the j**els when the colors then they change yes flush I see, I want, I cop, hard-top I bust a rhymes tear the roof off I must Lamborghini two-door, drug dealer's rush Bad b**h, shotgun, new Louis Vuitton clutch Purse says Hermes not Von Dutch I Autobahn lean on the clutch like a crutch ??? give it to 'em pinched right Gucci hard-bottoms, names scribbled in the inside See you haters through the G's on the aviator lenses My friends in Benzes, three M's on the hood emblem Got the curtains pulled back so the sun shines and it's just me shimmering With a whole lot of women friends [Hook] x4 [Verse 3: Malice] I say it's more about style rather than fashion It's cla** when you show a whole cash without flashin' I can't even grab on they a** without askin' The '09 Jag, look what the cat dragged in My past no good, my present still shameful The fact I'm in this nose should show that I'm no angel By far my baddest b**h was Anglo Met her in London Fog, Burberry raincoat We ain't in the same boat, throw on the life jacket Voted for Barack, McCain was my tax bracket though I Sarah Palin hoes, kick 'em out, leave the clothes Back to the pipeline, luckily I'm twinkletoes I hold the flask with a wrinkled nose My connect basis is a need to know The gavel slam and I'm free to go It couldn't have ended on a sweeter note (yes) [Hook] x2