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Cali, Cali, Cali (Alyssa Bernal) · Sky's the Limit/Going Back to Cali (The Notorious B.I.G.) · Passport Swag (Yung Berg) · Swag Flu (Soulja Boy) · Swag (Gilby Clarke) · Pretty Boy Swag (Soulja Boy) · Pretty Boy Swag (DJ Interpolate) · Pretty Boy Swag (Soulja Boy) · Swag! (Paul Anthony) · Russian Swag (Money Gang) – and 90 other albums »


Nigga I'm'a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture the nigga hold strap
And it's the rock, right in my fuckin' sock
Die
the man from Atlanta to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii then catch me in Paris
I be at home barely, I'll sleep
I don't really think she want me back then, she want me now
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style
I got swag now, I
and got that Mack diesel right

[T.I.]
I'm the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, then
a friend
And if Fallen trail of nuds trail methamphetamine is good
Northern Cali crystal crossing boreders got the country hooked
We gon raise the roof we
I swear
I got to get back to that place to smoke on that Cali

Palm trees in the air, the top pushed back
Blowing smoke out the roof cookies to be
stoppin' us
Eternal with the burner, fast-paced but slow learner
Beatin' me that's like Ike gettin' slapped by Tina Turner
Nigga I'm the best rapper
love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that
You see it in my closet before it's
I'm a ride town niggas with the roof back
Introduce you niggas to the new swag
Make you say a nigga blew up too fast
Fuck I'm 'posed to do with all
Sounds glorious don’t it (yeah nigga)
Victorious don’t it
Told you I'll be back (you know what this shit is nigga)
This what they came to see my
again, is there no one else strapped 
Keep ya hands on ya gat 
Now ya boys watch ya back 
Cause in tha alleys of cali I'ma tell ya 
Mess with tha best
a huge ass bong, swag off the hook
You can't use that phone
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
One time for the g's, the niggas got it lock'd
Now niggas know I'm from New York
But shit I love Cali-forn-I-a
From back when NWA
Rocked the black and grey raiders shit
On some gansta shit
joint that's mean 
From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between 

Timbo I even bowed it down in no
And every corner that I flow 
You know I get
From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between

Timbo I even bowed it down in NO
And every corner that I flow
You know I get it on
Timbo, I even
like bool let's get it, let's get it
I got these bitches kissin' on these bitches
I can't even count em', I fuck by the digits
Swag terrific, I might
up from behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
>From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth
By any
behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth

By any means, dreams
Southern California

Uh fresh off the runway, today gon' be a good day
Her first time in LA, she heard 'bout Secret Sunday
Party on roof top, convertible
Southern California

Uh fresh off the runway, today gon' be a good day
Her first time in LA, she heard 'bout Secret Sunday
Party on roof top, convertible
Southern California

Uh fresh off the runway, today gon' be a good day
Her first time in LA, she heard 'bout Secret Sunday
Party on roof top, convertible
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I’m there, I’m standing on sumthing so hold your
Kimmel
In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert
Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork
That Cali is active when Lil' Keke got
it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'mma tell ya
Mess with the best
again, is there no one else strapped 
Keep ya hands on ya gat 
Now ya boys watch ya back 
Cause in tha alleys of cali I'ma tell ya 
Mess with tha best