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 I know that you like my style I know that you like my style You came here to turn you out Everybody in the place get wild I know you like my style I know you like my style You gotta drop it on your a** right now So 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 'Cause I'm a champ on the rap like rocky And when I spit it trying out at z rocks me Got my style trademark with the copy Rights, you know my style is not chip Right, so don't co*k-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 turn the stage like propane And I bang them thangs like a love em man I know that you like my style I know that you like my style You came here to turn you out Everybody in the place get wild I know you like my style I know you like my style You gotta drop it on your a** right now So 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 Beama' (in a beama') With sunset off the chi cantina (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 (this) I'm a 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 came here to turn you out Everybody in the place get wild I know you like my style I know you like my style You gotta drop it on your a** right now So 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 (estilo) Dile a tu tia y tu tio (tio) A ir biene jimmy with the lingo (lingo) I like to keep my style on singo (singo) Baby you can call me mijo (mijo) I make you say "adios, mijo" Dude trying at church domingo I make it hot for you if it's frijo 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 a beat with us Them freaks, they want to freak with us After the spot they tryin' to meet with us They know our style is fabulous Off the hook our style ridiculous Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba 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 ya 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 Timbo (timbo) Black eyed peas (black eyed peas) J-T (that's me) And we out baby (out baby) La-la-la-la-la-la