Lyrics Stylee - DJ Jimmy Jatt

Yeah, brand new Joe Kel production
Its official, come on
And the music wey we play we do it on our own
Stylee, stylee
Lagos anthem
Modenine
2Face Idibia
Elajoe
Cool DJ Jimmy Jatt

(See) I reside in Lagos the city of hustlers
Everybody is in a hurry traders and customers
Pockets get picked on a regular
If you're not street you gon' part with your cellular
You're driving? I suggest you check your rearview
Be careful 'cause an okada just might just be near you
Knock one of them down and the rest gon' tear you to pieces
Hey Yo! Welcome to the Jungle

And the danfo drivers always tryna fumble
Rush hour bus stop are like the royal rumble
When the people run things, all we do is grumble
Everybody (red eye, red eye) ain't nobody humble
Strip and tumble into the eternal abyss
Half the people hold the grudge the others keep malice, fake chalice
(Lagos) too much joor
If you no get no go bori e

This Lagos wey we dey so is our zone
This streets' wey you dey see so is our own
All the people wey we see, we love them to our bone
And the music wey we play we do it on our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee
We do it in our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee
We do it in our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee (awa t'Eko)
We do it in our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee (2Baba, come on)

I remember well the beginning of the struggle
When we use hang around the block
Doing accapella, and just staying out of trouble
It's seems like yesterday when we started the game
Hoping for some fame and some fortune
Now what's the game with no pain
That explains all the hustle and the bustle

Like when we enter bus claim staff because we get money
Trekking to Ikeja, it was not very funny
When we started dem be dey talk say we dey mental
Back then na Jimmy Jatt (wetin?) Na him dey give us instrumental
And up 'til now we still dey stay strong
Dey hold on, the struggle still goes on
Up 'til now we still here, and we ain't going nowhere

This Lagos wey we dey so is our zone
This streets' wey you dey see so is our own
All the people wey we see, we love them to our bone
And the music wey we play we do it on our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee
We do it in our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee (we still in here, DJ Jimmy Jatt)
We do it in our own (Modenine)
Stylee, stylee, stylee (2Face Idibia)
We do it in our own (about now)
Stylee, stylee, stylee (my main man, throwin' a rack, Ellajoe)

Who ever come naija go come educated like this?
Get the game to elevate, not least
Wonder how Mother Africa felt when foreigners enslave their kids
Some killed, some taken away yo, caged and shipped
Wonder how she feels now when see's now how we under rack
Plus m-, oh, we can change the script like Spike Lee
Dulum ideas, there and then the professor
Even though things dey hard for Lagos, we dey enterprising

No dey joke, approach the game down to earth like lightining
Ain't no Chris Rock so don't be shocked
How we're taking real hip-hop from the street to the mainstream
Without word or renowed, we still getting the same spins with the wackness
Of course, you know we terminating
Fela mysten, of course you know we are ever blazing
In the mix like Jimmy (Jatt)
You know my power move in static
With Elajoe every time is nothing but classic stylee

This Lagos wey we dey so is our zone
This streets' wey you dey see so is our own
All the people wey we see, we love them to our bone
And the music wey we play we do it on our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee
We do it in our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee
We do it in our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee
We do it in our own
Stylee, stylee, stylee

Yeah, now you know
The definition of beautification
Cool DJ Jimmy Jatt
Point beat
Question Mark, Kennis Music
Storm in the building
Now you know
Yeah, yeah, here we go
Lagos anthem