[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, b**h!" 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]