Lyrics:
Lyrical styles which is true
Done by the A the E the I, I mean Chip Fu
I drippity-drop on hip-hop
I love rub-a-dub because it's crisp
So you really got
an antidote to the material world of things
To authoritarianism
To thought control
By state or religion
The antidote to everything
Psychedelics are tickets
Yeah, smooth
Check it out
(The style that you're used to) --> Humpty Hump
You hear a lot of different songs
But a lot of the same style
You know
With the same FU style I'm wicked and wild and versatile
When the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth your while
Pause for the cause
catching wild ass vibes
Bless my whole style on a first class high
Got me out west, got me out west
Breaking down the p, rolling by the ounce
I got beauty,
Born with the funk from the womb of Brenda
See I likes the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners
First with the style from the birth canal
And now I
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
Love, Love, Love {CLAP}
Love, Love, Love
Love, American Style,
Truer than the Red, White and Blue.
Love, American Style,
That's me and you.
ass
You up out of here, nigga
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
You walkin' nigga
You don't even come out no
I'm the one that's keeping you high
And i
I i i
Intoxicated by that
Smile smile smile
Girl i really love your
Style style style
God I'd Love you for
(My style is the best)
[Kool Keith]
The club is open catch this
I wreck it swing it, get slinged
Get styles is smooth, styles is sweet
Styles
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
back
Make sure you are gone
By the end of this song
Bye Bye so long
Hell is where you belong
That doesn't really fit your style
No, it doesn't really
Style off
Dem a dummy dem no enah my class
Style off
With three bad gyal a line off
Fat pussy gyal say she love de ride nah go left by my side
She like
don't move you can stop
You know I'm not made the fun of that
You 'll lose everything whatever you 've got
Cause I'd like to avenge you by my style
I'll
drown in it
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it ('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round with 'em ('Round wit' 'em)
New style, can you keep wit' it
Drown in it,
drown in it
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it
('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round with 'em
('Round wit' 'em)
New style, can you keep wit' it
Drown in it,
Droppin a rhyme, funky rhymes for the dancefloor
Rhymes flow on, styles come quicker
You've been outfoxed by the metaphor slicker
Think twice, go slow,
drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
My style line is makin' me money
Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know
on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to living big dog style and straight coasting
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk
Fruit ninja split ya cantaloupe
Hundred Hand hit
Water style
Water flow
Fire style
Want the smoke
Wood style
Smoking dope
Wind style
Finna blow
Earth
Hmmmmmm
Turned up cool
Glacier and a Beamer
With my fam by myside
Fuck them others
Told her wait
Aye Aye
Living life like no other
Controlling bases
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