My Style

Lord, have mercy (hey, hey)

Lord, have mercy (Timbo)

Lord, have mercy (Black Eyed Peas)

Lord, have mercy (JT)

Lord, have mercy (get stealing that)

Lord, have mercy (get stealing that)

Lord, have mercy (get stealing that)

Lord, have mercy (JT, hit 'em)

I know that you like my style

I know that you like my style

We came here to turn you out

Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style

I know that you like my style

We bout to drop it on your ass right now

Everybody in the place get wild (so what you saying?)

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 a Z rocks me

Cause my styles trademark with the copy (right)

You know my style is naughty (right)

So don't cock-block me

You like my style when I'm wiling out with my gang

And I gain my fame from doing my damn thing on the mic

Then I burn the stage like propane

And I bang them thangs, I'm a lover man

I know that you like my style

I know that you like my style

We came here to turn you out

Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style

I know that you like my style

We bout to drop it on your ass right now

Everybody in the place get wild (so what you saying?)

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 sewed the scene up

Cali to Tennessee and in between 'em

We the hottest in the biz, turn the beat up

We be rolling four Hummers and a Beemer

When sun set, up the cheap cantina

Stepped out looking fresh and clean-ah

Paparazzi put me in they magazine-ah

I got eight million ways to rock ya like this

And ain't nobody drop their styles like 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

We came here to turn you out

Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style

I know that you like my style

We bout to drop it on your ass right now

Everybody in the place get wild (so what you saying?)

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 me estilo

Dile a tu tia y tu tio

Aye viene Jimmy wit the lingo (lingo)

I like to keep my style on single (single)

Baby you can call me mijo (mijo)

I make you say "ay, Dios mio!" (mio)

Tu chocha es todo mio (ay)

I make it hot for you if it's frío (frío)

It feels like something's heating up

Timbaland's on the drum-drum, he's beating up

Black Eyed Peas, there's no defeating us

JT, he's rocking the beat with us

Them freaks, they want to freak with us

After the spot they tryna to meet with us

They know our style is fabulous

We off the hook, our styles ridiculous

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 (hey)

Timbo (Timbo)

Black Eyed Peas (Black Eyed Peas)

JT (that's me)

And we out baby (out baby)