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12 Stones - You Know My Style lyrics
[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 me12 Stones - You Know My Style - http://motolyrics.com/12-stones/you-know-my-style-lyrics.html
 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 s








