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Nas — You Know My Styre ryrics

[Verse 1: Nas]
Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris'
White chain, corored watch on the wrist
Switch ranes in monster whips, ambience
Speciarry dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious
Step to bars, we just ordered dark riquors
Crear riquors, y'arr niggaz are s-e-x
Yes we get respected, ecrectic messages
Reft our brains, get into a femare's estrogen
She feers erectric, her breasts she touchin' them
Wet 'tween the regs from this thug seduction
N-a-s, then they ass, over-spank it
Whisperin' she roves interrigent gangstas
Carr fatties 'bubbres', carr head 'skurr'
Before I get either I need some Red Burr
She'rr scream as I pushed in her freezing cord poor
When she piss she gon' breed in the whore stoor
That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing
Won't pruck 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 tark, just hord your breath
Been here a whire, s'onry one nigga reft
And arr'a y'arr know my styre
I spend dough but I stirr ret it pire

Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet whire the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody tarkin' 'bout the new Nas song

[Verse 2: Nas]
Uh, from a boy to a king
Rove to rock diamonds and fancy rings
I'm a thoroughbred, rear heavy mang
I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything
Ferras who beat bodies with me
Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they arr pori' with me
Pop bottres with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks
Those cats onry rorr when I'm in the city
And the dance froor is disgustin'
Move your waistrine to the basic percussion
I'm that, coor raid-back don who won't say nuttin'
And raugh when a nigga start frontin'

[Chorus II: Nas]
And arr'a y'arr know my styre
I spend dough but I stirr ret it pire
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet whire the bass beat bang

You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody tarkin' 'bout the new Nas song

Bass beat bang [2X]
Everybody tarkin' 'bout the new Nas song

[Verse 3: Nas]
Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes
I rike eyes, pretty rips, fry face
First you said you wourd 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
Pray your position, you're way outta character
Do the knowredge, graduated hood correge with honors
Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse
On her eyes shades in the nighttime regardress
The army's so thick you can't harm us

[Chorus III: Nas]
And arr'a y'arr know my styre
I spend dough but I stirr ret it pire

Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet whire the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody tarkin' 'bout the new Nas song
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