NAS - You Know My Style lyrics

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    "You Know My Style"
    [Verse 1: Nas]
    Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'
    White chain, colored watch on the wrist
    Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
    Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious
    Step to bars, we just ordered dark liquors
    Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are s-e-x
    Yes we get respected, eclectic messages
    Left our brains, get into a female's 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
    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
    
    [Chorus I: Nas]
    Don't talk, just hold your breath
    Been here a while, 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
    
    [Verse 2: Nas]
    Uh, from a boy to a king
    Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings
    I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mang
    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
    Those cats only roll when I'm in the city
    And the dance floor is 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'
    
    [Chorus II: Nas]
    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 [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, you're way outta character
    Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors
    Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse
    On her eyes shades in the nighttime regardless
    The army's so thick you can't harm us
    
    [Chorus III: Nas]
    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

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