Song Lyrics

Ooh this that new ey, wash down (This is the remix)
Let me put it down for town
I used to put them birds in and out of town

She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

Now all you hear is New York this, New York that
Let's keep it real motherfuckers, I brought New York back
G-Unit in the stud' Dipset to, facts
I even got Ma$e and nine-five Puff on the track
Runnin' with the classic feel, nine-five max
Sneak diss, tweet this, no replies you wack
Tables done turned like a DJ gig
Playa' hater, I am doin' it big?
Troy Ave got the streets in a frenzy though
I brought the spotlight back, you should thank me no?
I'm coming up though my furs still on the flow
All my stones flawless you see me glow
Now here's what'll probably happen if you mad at this
You might get yourself shot, and make me f*ck your bitch
Either way I'm bustin', to end all discussion
It's the keymix and I'm that nigga, stop fronting

She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo' waist
And you know

You ever made love on a G7?
Told the pilot don't stop till we see heaven
Harlem king with black features
You ever rode on white horses on black beaches
They clear ports we clear portals
Time travel, don't confuse us with mere mortals
You due slippin' we too cool for loose lippin'
Move different, pools on the roof patroose sippin'
Made your life different, blink you might miss it
Even though I hit it first time we kicked it
Who set up plays for you, who coached you in the huddle
Who's penthouse views make the ocean look like a puddle
And I love her cause shorty different
We be hundred and forty fifthin'
I'm just trying to call you my lady
I have you feeling like Harlem in the eighties

She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty on my odometer
I don't trick I pimp I give no gift but stick even on Hanukkah
She ask if I'm faithful, I say, "I promise ya"
If I cheat I'm triple timing ya
'Cause Ma$e don't do no welfare
Pay for no health care, that's what you got Obama for
I got my CPs from CP, got my Yeezys from Yeezy
The chick with my umbrella she look like Ri-Ri
You don't believe me, you ask PD
Getting money for me too easy
I feel like Holyfield
I got them Brooklyn broads biting
Already got my cake I'm just here for icing
My nigga Cudda tried to school me to the game
We was balling so much they try to boo us at the game

She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

Okay, you ain't seen me in a while huh
And that TK went down smelling like some loud huh
Well fucking with your friend I did her foul huh
But even still she f*ck me now if I'd allow her
I get the money and the power too much to resist
Ain't even menage with the broad and she take a pic, thirsty bitch
Tell her f*ck you with a dirty dick
Up the asshole and ain't locked up yet you already lettin' that ass go
She said your case too complicated before trial
I had her eight more other ladies, you know how
Missionary, doggystyle I ain't with you though
No matter how you slice it our destinys in the writing
Written on the wall you f*ck with them other guys and
You can stand to lose it all
Talking now it's enticing
Gave you somethin' paper gon' make you revoke your license

She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

She like my style, she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved, she knows
I came so far from dealin blow
Been on my grind and now it shows
Ain't nobody sound like this
We ain't the same, they rode that dick
F*ck them lames, get down with this
Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips, hip, hips!

Christopher Charles Lloyd, Jesse Iv Woodard, Roland G. Collins Iii

The duration of Your Style [Remix] [*] is 5:07 minutes and seconds.