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Nas - You Know My Style - текст песни, видео

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Nas - You Know My Style - текст песни, видео

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[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 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'

                    [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 song
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