You Know My Style lyrics

Artist  : Nas 
Song : You Know My Style



 Send "You Know My Style" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Cup'a hen', cup'a goose, cup'a Cris'

White chain, colored watch on a wrist

Switch lanes in monster whips, ambiance

Specially dressed, guess who?  Nas, it's
obvious

Step to bars, we just order dark liquors

Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are SEX

Yes, we get respectic, eclectic messages

Left our brains, grit into a female's estrogen

She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin'
them

Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction



NAS, 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

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

Been here a while, there's only one nigga left

And all'a y'all 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



Uh, from a boy to a King

Love the rock diamonds and fancy rings

I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mayn

I'm fuckin' something tonight that's 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

Old 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 laid-back don who won't say
nuttin'

And laugh when a nigga start frontin'



And all'a y'all 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

Bass beat bang

Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song



Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes

Her light 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, you way outta character

Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with
honors

Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse

On the eyes shades in the nighttime regardless

The army's so thick you can't harm us



And all'a y'all 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