me I can keep a secret boo Just to be alone and get next to you I like your style, beautiful smile, you're kind of wild I like your style, boy I really
Prevod: Da Band. I Like Your Style.
that your feeling me i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild [Chorus] I like your style
beat, beat As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this It's like me selling some dope
of view]. Yeah, and that's why I stay right. So right, so right, had me lodi-da-da-da, lodi-da-da-da, da-da, da-da. Krayzie: I say the war shouldn
take that shit straight 'Cause I need niggaz to feel me on this Ya know what I mean? Listen, listen, I don't think you understand what I mean When I ask you to 'Walk Witt Me', I
band Girl don't ask me for no cash 'Cause I'm not dat other man Everybody trippin' 'cause I'm limpin' When I'm walkin' and I'm pimpin' when I'm talkin' I
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be I Don't Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats Where Dey Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel All Da Bad Chick Followin' Me I Know You Like My Style
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be I Don't Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats Where Dey Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel All Da Bad Chickins Followin' Me I Know You Like My Style, I
da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da, da, da) Yo, Doc
the vile polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower tip I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite ya shit
never dreamed But you slept and I witnessed it It's over your head it's way outta your grasp now You're outta weed outta cash outta gas and you're outta
I was your tires on your car I'd be like... If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh fuck If I was a balloon I'd be like.... If I was Alyssa Milano
[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,
ain't up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of
You think I'm rockin' too quick, I think you're listenin' to slow I'm abruptin' construction, a pumping assumption You diss while your family say I'
I'm a king I know what I'm DO-ing. [Chorus:] I'm So Exquisite, I'm so exquisite she like my swag an da way that I glissen. I'm so Exquiste, I'm so exquisite
da fat one (ooh) I'm such a maniac Where wayne at I'm tryna get sum brianiac (ooh) I gets down like when niggs is shootin Mami I style wild like wen
