You Know My Stile

[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