My Style

                                  Lord have mercy 

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy



[Chorus]

I know that you like my style 

I know that you like my style

You came here to turn you out 

Everybody in the place get wild 

I know you like my style 

I know you like my style

You gotta drop it on your ass right now 

So everybody in the place get wild 

(so what you sayin') 

What's up what's up with you girl 

What's up what's up with you girl

What's up what's up with you boy 

What's up what's up with you boy 



Don't jock, don't jock, baby don't jock me 

I drop the hotness, baby watch me 

You can't, you can't, no you can't stop me 

'Cause I'm a champ on the rap like rocky 

And when I spit it trying out at z rocks me 

Got my style trademark with the copy 

Rights, you know my style is not chip 

Right, so don't cock-block me 

You like my style when I'm whiling out with my gang 

And I gain my fame from doing my damn thing 

On a mic and I turn the stage like propane 

And I bang them thangs like a love em man 



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Our style lined up when we team up 

Jt and bep sold the scene up 

Cali to Tennessee and in between "em 

We the hottest in the biz turn our beat up 

We be rolling four hummers and a Beama' (in a beama') 

With sunset off the chi cantina (cantina) 

Stepped out looking fresh and clean-ah 

Paparazzi put me in any magazine-ah 

I got eight million ways to rockin' like this 

And ain't nobody drop their styles like this (this) 

I'm a give it to you like that and like this 

And my momma always told me "my baby's a genius" 



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Te gusta mi estilo (estilo) 

Dile a tu tia y tu tio (tio) 

A ir biene jimmy with the lingo (lingo) 

I like to keep my style on singo (singo) 

Baby you can call me mijo (mijo) 

I make you say "adios, mijo" 

Dude trying at church domingo 

I make it hot for you if it's frijo 

It feels like something's heating up 

Timbaland on the drum-drum he's beatin' up 

Black eyed peas, there's no defeating us 

Jt, he's rocking a beat with us 

Them freaks, they want to freak with us 

After the spot they tryin' to meet with us 

They know our style is fabulous 

Off the hook our style ridiculous 



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What's up, what's up with you girl

What's up, what's up with you girl 

What's up, what's up with you boy 

What's up, what's up with you boy



Let me tell ya 

I know that you like my style 

I know that you like my style

I've been gone for a while 

But I'm back with a brand new style 



Timbo (timbo) 

Black eyed peas (black eyed peas) 

J-T (that's me) 

And we out baby (out baby) 



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