(Your style... style) To my east coast hustlas, uh/ To the midwest thugstas/ To my west-west coast riders/ To my up-north playa partners/ To my down, dirty south, little rollers/ To my world wide show-lays/ To my international playas, uh international playas
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Mm, I'm up early in the mornin' choppin' game with Sylk E Fyne and Bizzy Bone/ I'm on the phone tryin' to get about a zone/ See my eyes red, head back, kahki's sag, blue flag, in a '99 Jag with a '44 mag up in my bag/ I'm driftin' dippin' slippin' slidin' I'm high, high I'm way fly/ Ho's on the side of me, they act like they wanna ride with me/ Come on, get in, make it fun/ Me and y'all, two on one/ Dippin' down the boulevard/ Yeah, I know you like us hard/ Call me Mister Gangsta Gangsta/ I'm Mister Boogie Woogie/ Bitches love to give it to me, so baby give it to me cause I put it down G-style/ L.B.C. style/ Meanwhile I'm shakin' fleas, makin' Gs, blowin' trees, maxin' at The Pound with my homies/ I'm sure y'all got to dig this style once y'all know me, homie/ Show me love, Westside up/ Mo' heat for the street, I thought you knew we came to fire it up, style
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(Your style... style) I ride for my nigga even die for my nigga/ I deal with my nigga, keep it real with my nigga/Don't steal my nigga, I'm stuck with my nigga/ I'll buck for my nigga so don't fuck with my nigga
Sylk E Fyne
Hooked up with my niggas, now we's about to dip/ They say life's a bitch, don't even trip/ I stay rawed up, ready for whatever/ Gotta beat a broad up for interferrin' with my cheddar/ Wherever, whenever/ I'm a go-getter, and see we gon' clear to poppin' them gums, I'm a get right with ya/ The type of chick a nigga love to have by ya side/ Cause when the shit get thick, it's like I do or die/ So fly, so stylish, and real pillish so don't try to ride with the realest/ Big Dogg, Sylk E Fyne and Gambino/ Games like the casino/ I don't love 'em, plus they don't love them ho's/ So put a million dollar chick to that/ Pop your collar and tilt your hat/ Where the real bitches at? Boss up, honey child/ I got to give it to my niggas and bitches that got style, wow
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(Your style... style)
I ride for my nigga even die for my nigga/ I deal with my nigga, keep it real with my nigga/Don't steal my nigga, I'm stuck with my nigga/ I'll buck for my nigga so don't fuck with my nigga
I like your style and tendernous, I like your style and silkiness, I like your style's for what it is; Your style
Bizzy Bone
Won't let no sucka vibe off me/ I don't need no clique to suck my bone (oh) and bust my (shh...) it's just so n-n-n-nasty/ Through the Ouija/ Little Eazy died of A-I-D's, you better believe it/ Believe me, I can see it/ Still sinnin' and endin' in adreniline/ Ain't you weeded? But of course baby/ Wantin' my Mercedes/ Runaway slaves save me, what about your babies? Krayzie got lost like Big Wish for the big fish bitch/ I done had my wig split for the bitch shit/ A new jack, parlay (Come and get it, get it) Here cops come/ Ooh, with a whop from Layzie/ Got 'Glock shot, shot, shot just like I got him/ What? I heard Flesh was nuts/ Livin' on the bottom but I don't give a fuck/ Local niggas can sue me, my people won't keep they mouth shut/ Snoopy come hit the blunt and feel my Movie/ What? What? Sylk E watch out for Diamond/ Little Mike Mike's still shinnin'/ There's the clutch, perfect timin'/ In the search for guidance/ Silently riot/ And the quiet ho was still smilin'
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(Your style... style) I ride for my nigga even die for my nigga/ I deal with my nigga, keep it real with my nigga/Don't steal my nigga, I'm stuck with my nigga/ I'll buck for my nigga so don't fuck with my nigga
I like your style and tendernous, I like your style and silkiness, I like your style's for what it is; Your style
Available on the Sylk E. Fyne album Tha' Cum Up (2000) Promos, Singles & Music Video available.