Nashiem Myrick - Who Styled Ya lyrics

From now on let's just keep everything Yup Spitta Welcome To The Winner's Circle n***a Thou shall not front on real sh** Or he'll face a thousand d**hs from this the spit vicious I go hard like concrete floors Make b**hes legs open like Lambo doors Up, out n***a rich the first season BBC, I'm Mr. Chow My ghetto chick ordering food she can't pronounce Uh Eat in mama, let it stick to your ribs But no pics, tell your friends 'bout the sh** that we did Cause I can't have no evidence of me hanging with other chicks Floating around, wify trying to fight me on some Springer sh** Its Curren$y or you can call me Mr. Clean kicks My day job consists of business first The video games, bong hits, and pulling skirts Vacationing, month long trips, scamper the earth I'm trying to find what N.E.R.D. was in search of Was it love? Not sure But I know that your man Hot Spitta Ain't one of those n***as who Don't know how to dress so they swagger jack Jigga Wait to see him on stage with it Then they internet shopping till they get it Huh I saw the same thing happen to me n***as laughed at my steez, now they're wearing DCs Fashion misfits, I'm fashion gifted You n***as Boo-boo, find Yogi, crash a picnic Spitta Yeah