Quinn XCII - Our Style lyrics
[Quinn XCII - Our Style lyrics]
Started from the bottom like Ramona
'Member them old days
I handed you my diploma
And now I'm feelin' good, we B-siding Coronas
My friends say keep on rapping while
Haters slide up their boners
Been bangin' since '92
Kindergarten to daydream
Tell me this shit go harder than
Somethin' out of the mainstream
Tell me this shit go hotter than
Rollin' up in a sauna
Believe we gone make it
That's word back to my mama
Like damn when I be rappin'
I'm blacker than Obama
And dealin' with more money
More money bring more drama
We sing it all like this
Baby, I love the way you play
My music all on the floor (On the floor)
I tell you now, girl, what's
My secret, I just, i just got to know
(I just got to know)
We all wrong in the long run
Got some beef like you co-sign the deli
Lovin' them happy days, I go Fonzarelli
Told ya
Sun shinin' out the front door, beamin'
Had a real good day, tryin' to have one more
Dreamin' 'bout opportunities
Flashin' lights and cities of gold
Breast signin' everyday, them titties are old
The best signing all them
Records and comin' alive
Fan told me I made it far
Never would blow it
Flyin' to Europe and I can
Bet you never arrive that's how we feelin'
So check the records baby
We open paychecks in the mail
My girl need those
375's, spend it on new clothes (New clothes)
We'd have a Levi, smokin' on that who knows
Free melody rides, bangin' in the Pluto
So bump my shit with them two hoes
Singin' it like this
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always fight 'til it's dawn
Make up the songs that I play
But that's just our style and we know
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always talk 'til it's gone
Laugh long at things that she say
But that's just our style and we know
'Member them old days
I handed you my diploma
And now I'm feelin' good, we B-siding Coronas
My friends say keep on rapping while
Haters slide up their boners
Been bangin' since '92
Kindergarten to daydream
Tell me this shit go harder than
Somethin' out of the mainstream
Tell me this shit go hotter than
Rollin' up in a sauna
Believe we gone make it
That's word back to my mama
Like damn when I be rappin'
I'm blacker than Obama
And dealin' with more money
More money bring more drama
We sing it all like this
Baby, I love the way you play
My music all on the floor (On the floor)
I tell you now, girl, what's
My secret, I just, i just got to know
(I just got to know)
We all wrong in the long run
Got some beef like you co-sign the deli
Lovin' them happy days, I go Fonzarelli
Told ya
Sun shinin' out the front door, beamin'
Had a real good day, tryin' to have one more
Dreamin' 'bout opportunities
Flashin' lights and cities of gold
Breast signin' everyday, them titties are old
The best signing all them
Records and comin' alive
Fan told me I made it far
Never would blow it
Flyin' to Europe and I can
Bet you never arrive that's how we feelin'
So check the records baby
We open paychecks in the mail
My girl need those
375's, spend it on new clothes (New clothes)
We'd have a Levi, smokin' on that who knows
Free melody rides, bangin' in the Pluto
So bump my shit with them two hoes
Singin' it like this
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always fight 'til it's dawn
Make up the songs that I play
But that's just our style and we know
And my baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always talk 'til it's gone
Laugh long at things that she say
But that's just our style and we know