Nas - You Know My Style lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - You Know My Style lyrics]
Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'
White chain, colored watch on a wrist
Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
Specially dressed, guess who? - Nas
It's obvious
Step to bars, we just order dark liquors
Clear liquors, y'all niggas are S-E-X
Yes we get respected, eclectic messages
Left our brains
Straight into a female's estrogen
She feels electric
Her breasts she's touchin' them
Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction
N-A-S, bend 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 (Breath)
Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
(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, mayne
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'
Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath)
Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
(Bang) you put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
Rock Timbs, 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
Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath)
Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
(Bang) you put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
White chain, colored watch on a wrist
Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
Specially dressed, guess who? - Nas
It's obvious
Step to bars, we just order dark liquors
Clear liquors, y'all niggas are S-E-X
Yes we get respected, eclectic messages
Left our brains
Straight into a female's estrogen
She feels electric
Her breasts she's touchin' them
Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction
N-A-S, bend 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 (Breath)
Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
(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, mayne
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'
Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath)
Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
(Bang) you put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
Rock Timbs, 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
Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath)
Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left)
And all'a y'all know my style (Style)
I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile)
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
(Bang) you put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song