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My Style
By: Black Eyed Peas featuring Justin Timberlake
Justin's solo parts are in italics.
Lord have mercy...
Hey, hey
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
We came here to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
We bout to drop it on your hands right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you saying)
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
(Say what)
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 rocket
And when I spit it trying out at Z rocks me
Got my style trademark with the copy
Right, you know my style is naughty
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 cocaine
And I bang them thangs
I'm a lover man
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
We came here to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
We bout to drop it on your hands right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you saying)
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
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 the beat up
We be rolling four Hummers and a Beamer
With sunset off the Chi Cantina
Stepped out looking fresh and clean-ah
Paparazzi put me in their magazine-ah
I got eight million ways to rock it like this
And ain’t nobody drop their styles like this
I’m-a give it to you like that and like this
And my momma always told me “My baby’s a genius”
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
We came here to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
We bout to drop it on your hands right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you saying)
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
Te gusta mi estilo (ilo)
Dile a tu tia y tu tio (io)
Hay viene Jimmy with the lingo (lingo)
I like to keep my style on singo (singo)
Baby you can call me mijo (mijo)
I'll make you say “ay dios mio” (mio)
Tu chochas todo mio (ay)
I'll make it hot bring it if it’s frio
Hey!
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 the beat with us
Them freaks, they wanna freak with us
After the spot they tryin’ to meet with us
They know our style is fabulous
We off the hook our style's ridiculous
Ooh...
Ba ba...
Ooh...
Ba ba...
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
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
I’ve been gone for awhile
But I’m back with a brand new style
Hey Timbo (Timbo)
Black Eyed Peas Black Eyed Peas)
JT (that’s me)
And we out baby (we out baby)
Ba ba...
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