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...