YOU KNOW MY STYLE

“Cup of hen, cup of goose, cup of cris, white chain, colored watch on the wrist, switch lanes in monster whips, ambiance, specially dressed, guess who, Nas, it's obvious, step to bars, we just ordered dark liquors, clear liquors, y'all niggas are S E X, yes we get respect, take eclectic messages, left our brains straight into a females estrogen, she feels electric, her breast she's touching them, wet tween her legs from this thug seduction, N A S, bend they ass over, spank it, whispering she loves intelligent gangstas, call phatty's bubbles, call head skull, before I get either I need some red bull, she'll scream as a pushed in the freezing cold pool, when she pissed she gon bleed in the whole stool, that's how much I wanna bang, and touch her pretty thang, wont pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything, gotta come up, run up, and get touched up, suicide that's if u can front us” “Don't talk just hold your breath, then hear while's only one nigga left, And all of ya'll know my style, I spend dough but still let it pile, momma shake ya thang, coochie get wet while the bass beat bang, you put it on and on and on and on, everybody talkin bout the new Nas song” From a boy to a king, love to rock diamonds and fancy rings, I'm a through bread real heavy man, I'm fuckin something tonight, that's on everything, fellons who beat body's wit me, kidnappers and stick up kids they all poly wit me, pop bottles wit me, button up shirts and throw backs old cats only roll when I'm in the city, and the dance floor is disgusting, move your waste line to the bass and percution, I'm that, cool laid back don who say nuttin, but laugh when a nigga start frontin And all of ya'll know my style, I spend dough but still let it pile, momma shake ya thang, coochie get wet while the bass beat bang, you put it on and on and on and on, everybody talkin bout the new Nas song Bass beat bang, bass beat bang, everybody talkin bout the new Nas song Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes, her light eyes, pretty lips, fly face, first u said u would spread for me in an instant, see me with the next chick, now u act different, power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her, play your position u what out of character, do the knowledge graduated hood college with honors, pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse, on the eyes shades in the night time, regardless, the army so thick u can't harm us And all of ya'll know my style, I spend dough but still let it pile, momma shake ya thang, coochie get wet while the bass beat bang, you put it on and on and on and on, everybody talkin bout the new Nas song