Ya Style

[Intro] East coast hustlas To my midwest thugstas To my West, West coast riders To my up North playa partners To my down dirty South little whodies To my world-wide showtys To my international playas, international playas [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Mmm, I'm up early in the morning Choppin' game with Sylk-E Fyne and Bizzy Bone I'm on the phone, tryin' to get about a zone My eyes red, head back, khakis sag, blue flag In a ninety-nine Jag With a forty four mag up in my bag I'm driftin', dippin', slippin', slidin' High, high way fly Hoes 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 (gangsta, gangsta) Or mister boogie-woogie Bitches love to give it to me (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 (Homies) I'm sure y'all got to dig this style once y'all know me, homie Show me love, Westside love (Westside) More heat for the street, I thought you knew we came to fire it up [Chorus] Your style I like your style's tenderness I like your style's silkiness (your style) I like your style's, what a mix Your style, your style I like your style's tenderness I like your style's silkiness (your style) I like your style's, what a mix Your style (your style) [Verse 2: 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 interfering with my cheddar Wherever, whenever, I'ma go get her And see, we gon' clear to to poppin' them guns I'ma get right with ya They type of chick a nigga love to have by ya side 'Cause when the shit get thick, it's like a do or die So fly, so stylin', and real peelish So don't try to ride with the realest Big Dog, Sylk-E Fyne and Gambino Games like the casino I don't love 'em, plus they don't love them hoes So, put a million dollar check to that Pop your collar and tilt your hat Where the real bitches at? Boss sir, honey child I got to give it to my niggas and bitches that got style, wow [Chorus] Your style I like your style's tenderness I like your style's silkiness (your style) I like your style's, what a mix Your style, your style (style) I like your style's tenderness I like your style's silkiness (your style) I like your style's, what a mix Your style [Verse 3: 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 adrenaline 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 hoe was still smilin' [Chorus] Your style (style) I like your style's tenderness I like your style's silkiness (your style) I like your style's, what a mix Your style, your style (style) I like your style's tenderness I like your style's silkiness (your style) I like your style's, what a mix Your style (your style) [Outro] Ride fo' my nigga Even die fo' my nigga Deal wit my nigga Keep it real wit my nigga Feel my nigga I'm stuck wit my nigga I'll buck fo' my nigga So don't fuck wit my nigga Ride fo' my nigga Even die fo' my nigga Deal wit my nigga Keep it real wit my nigga Feel my nigga I'm stuck wit my nigga I'll buck fo' my nigga So don't fuck wit my nigga Ride fo my nigga... Ride fo' my nigga Even die fo' my nigga Deal wit my nigga Keep it real wit my nigga Feel my nigga I'm stuck wit my nigga I'll buck fo' my nigga So don't fuck wit my nigga Ride fo my nigga...