Verse 1 (Chris Styles): Opens his eyes, it's time to wake up/ another one of them nights dreaming 'bout the break up/ where she came to him to say to
again and I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul a n-gga better call a ref, and everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the
Aye, aye Chris Aye, man You know, it's been a long time since we hooked up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you
to give you what you need You kno I like it when your body goes Bump, bump, bump Bad boy, B2K, yo, talk to 'em player I like your lil sexy style I love
like I'm Kobe when I rep the west Bitches out here hopin for a trick, my pockets out of use I keep it G, like my nigga Chris and hit em with a deuce
like a nut-stain I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes And flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling
running... But there's a couple things I like, I try to explain! You say you wanna wait a while, Girl, I ain't mad at you, In fact I like your style!
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
dats where I'mma be I don't pop trunk wit lights dats Where dey choppa be, straight to the hotel All da bad chick that's followin' me I hope you like my style
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be I Don't Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats Where Dey Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel All Da Bad Chick Followin' Me I Know You Like My Style
imma beast with it im that hurricane and I know you heard about that way I beat it out the frame lil mama says she like my style and my swag and how
the real kick it You might get killed nigga or make a mill ticket Move down South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style I raised
now on I'm overseein my own budget, (fo real!!) we all did our dirt nigga, but now that's all forgivin, Chris you my nigga til the ending, an,
' out In the Bugatti, styling out Pushin? seven digits, dialin? now But I ain't got a *** choice My 'Money Talks' in a Chris Tucker voice and you know
you know that shaq made of steel Feel me! No matter what I do the billy it's gone flourish Big **** just like a bus full of japanese tourists Or it's styles
[Chris Brown] All these girls around the World, they love me I'm supposed to be the only one It aint my fault if all these ladies love me Thought I was
the cat's in the back draw closer Get the comp choked up like white folks on Oprah Yeah, you dope, but is more doper (CAV) Mo skill, mo style than mo
you tryin' to do? Nothin' Yo, N O R, papi, say what, that nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin', showin' your
