Nas and Quan You Know My Style lyrics
Artist
Nas and Quan
Album
Streets Disciple
Song
You Know My Style
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Nas]
Cupa Hen, cupa Goose, cupa Cris
White chain, colored watch on the wrist
Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, its obvious
Step to bars, we just ordered dark liquors
Clear liquors, yall niggaz are s-e-x
Yes we get respected, eclectic messages
Left our brains, get into a females estrogen
She feels electric, her breasts she touchin them
Wet tween the legs from this thug seduction
N-a-s, then they ass, over-spank it
Whisperin she loves intelligent gangstas
Call fatties bubbles, call head skull
Before I get either I need some Red Bull
Shell scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool
When she pi** she gon bleed in the whole stool
Thats how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing
Wont pluck no chicken wing, dont f*** with just anything
Gotta come up, run up and get touched up
Suicide, thats if you confront us
[Chorus I: Nas]
Dont talk, just hold your breath
Been here a while, sonly one nigga left
And alla yall know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya thing
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
[Verse 2: Nas]
Uh, from a boy to a king
Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings
Im a thoroughbred, real heavy mang
Im f***in something tonight thats on everything
Fellas who beat bodies with me
Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli with me
Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks
Those cats only roll when Im in the city
And the dance floor is disgustin
Move your waistline to the basic percussion
Im that, cool laid-back don who wont say nuttin
And laugh when a nigga start frontin
[Chorus II: Nas]
And alla yall know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya thing
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 [2X]
Everybody talkin bout the new Nas song
[Verse 3: Nas]
Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes
I like eyes, pretty lips, fly face
First you said you would spread for me in an instant
See me with the next chick, now you act different
Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her
Play your position, youre way outta character
Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors
Pay homage to Nas, d***ies and Converse
On her eyes shades in the nighttime regardless
The armys so thick you cant harm us
[Chorus III: Nas]
And alla yall know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya thing
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
Date Added
2006-01-16
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