Black Eyed Peas - My Style 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
You can't get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You've gotta drop it on your pants 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 rep like Rocky

And when I spit it trying out at Z rocks 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 mike 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
You can't get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You've gotta drop it on your pants 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 'em
We the hottest in the biz, turn our 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 any magazine-ah

I got eight million ways to rockin' 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
You can't get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You've gotta drop it on your pants 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
Ahi viene Jimmy with the lingo
I like to keep my style on singo

Baby you can call me mijo
I make you say, "Adios, mijo"
Tu chocha es todo mio
I make it hot for you if it's frio

It feels like something's heating up
Timberland on the drum, drum he's beatin' up
Black Eyed Peas, there's no defeating us
JT, he's rocking a beat with us

Them freaks, they want to freak with us
After the spot they tryin'a meet with us
They know our style is fabulous
Off the hook our style 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

Let me tell you
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, I tell you more
Black Eyed Peas, JT
And we out baby