BLACK EYED PEAS - My Style [Feat. Justin Timberlake] Lyrics

Lord have mercy
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're gonna drop it on your ass right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin')

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?

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
'Coz I'm a champ on the rap like rocket

And when I spit it trying out at Xerox 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 burn 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're gonna drop it on your ass right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin')

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 â€~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'ma 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're gonna drop it on your ass right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin')

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
Dile a tu tia y tu tio
Hay viene Jimmy with the lingo
I like to keep my style on singo

Baby you can call me mijo
I'll make you say ‽Ay dios mio”
Tu chucha es toda mia
I'll make it hot bring it if it's frio

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

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 a while
But I'm back with a brand new style

Hey, Timbo, Black Eyed Peas
JT and we out, baby