Nas - You Know My Style paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson You Know My Style - 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
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'
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



Writer(s): SMITH LAWRENCE, JONES NASIR, MC DANIELS DARRYL MATTHEWS, SIMMONS JOSEPH WARD, GIBBS SALAAM REMI


Nas - Street's Disciple
Album Street's Disciple
date de sortie
30-11-2004

1 You Know My Style
2 Reason
3 Just a Moment
4 Rest of My Life
5 Live Now
6 Sekou Story
7 These Are Our Heroes
8 American Way
9 American Way
10 Nazareth Savage
11 A Message to the Feds, Sincerely, We the People
12 Suicide Bounce
13 U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography of Rakim)
14 Thief's Theme
15 Me & You (Dedicated to Destiny)
16 War
17 Bridging the Gap
18 No One Else In the Room
19 No One Else In the Room
20 Getting Married
21 The Makings of a Perfect Bitch
22 Remember the Times
23 Remember the Times (intro)
24 Virgo
25 Street's Disciple
26 Suicide Bounce
27 Disciple
28 Thief's Theme
29 American Way
30 These Are Our Heroes
31 Reason
32 You Know My Style
33 Suicide Bounce
34 Remember the Times (intro)
35 Remember the Times
36 The Makings of a Perfect Bitch
37 Getting Married
38 Me & You (Dedicated to Destiny)




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