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You Know My Style
Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'
Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
White chain, colored watch on a wrist
Specially dressed, guess who? Step to bars, we just order dark liquors
Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are sYes we get respectic, eclectic messages
Left our brains, grit into a female's estrogen
She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin' them
NWet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction
Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas
Before I get either I need some Red Bull
Call fatties 'bubbles', call head 'skull'
She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool
When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool
That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing
Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything
Gotta come up, run up and get touched up
Suicide, that's if you confront us
Don't talk, just hold your breath (breath)
[Chorus I: Nas]
Been here a while, s'only one nigga left (left)
And all'a y'all know my style (style)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (pile)
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (bang)
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
[Verse 2: Nas]
Uh, from a boy to a king
Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings
I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything
I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mayn
Fellas who beat bodies with me
Kidnappers and stickPop bottles with me, buttonOld cats only roll when I'm in the city
And the dance floor it's disgustin'
Move your waistline to the basic percussion
I'm that, cool laidAnd laugh when a nigga start frontin'
And all'a y'all know my style (style)
[Chorus II: Nas]
I spend dough but I still let it pile (pile)
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (bang)
Mama shake ya thing
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
Bass beat bang (bang) Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
[Verse 3: Nas]
Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes
Her light eyes, pretty lips, fly face
See me with the next chick, now you act different
First you said you would spread for me in an instant
Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her
Play your position, you way outta character
Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors
On the eyes shades in the nighttime regardless
Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse
The army's so thick you can't harm us
[Chorus III: Nas]
And all'a y'all know my style (style)
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (bang)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (pile)
You put it on and on and on and on
Mama shake ya thing
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song (Nas song)
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