You Know My Style Lyrics - Street's Disciple - 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 s3x 

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 

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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 

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' 

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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 

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 

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