• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Style - Frank Sinatra
• Style - Prince
• Style - UB40
• Style - Utopia
• Style - Lemonheads
• Style - Anna Tsuchiya
• Style - De Phazz
• Style - Evil's Toy
• Style - Rania
• Style - Charles Bukowski

Some people dress 'cause they dress when they dress,
But he gets dressed to get dressed.
(It's only a hunch but I bet you a bunch)
(He wears suspenders, a belt and a vest,)
[From the tip of his toes to his head,]
[He looks like an unmade bed.]
You've either got or you haven't got style.
(If you got it, you stand out a mile.)
A flower's not a flower if it's wilted,
(A hat's not a hat till it's tilted.)
[You either got or you haven't got class.]
[How it draws the applause of the masses.]
(You either got, or you haven't got,)
[Got or you haven't got,] ,
You've either got or you haven't got style, (got or you haven't got style).
[If you got it, it stands out a mile,] (if you got it, it stands out a mile.).
With mother of pearl kind of buttons,
(You look like the Astors and Huttons.)
[You either got or you haven't got class,] (got or you haven't got class.)
How it draws the applause of the masses.
(You've either got, or you haven't style) [got or you haven't got style}
(Style and charm seem to go arm in arm,) [seem togo arm in arm.].
[A flower's not a flower] (if it's wilted,)
[A hat's not a hat till it's tilted.]
(You've either got or you haven't got style,) [got or you haven't got style,]
[If you got it, you stands out a mile,] if you got it, you stand out a mile
(Got it you stand out,) got it you stand out a mile.
You've either got or you haven't got, (got or you haven't got,)

(Style) Style, uh!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Style, dig it
(Style) Style, come on
Uh, style
Style is not something that comes in a bottle
Style is more like Jackie O. when she was doin' Aristotle
Style is not a logo that sticks 2 the roof of one's ass
Style is like a second cousin 2 class
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, say what?
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, check it
Style ain't sittin' court side with the owner of the team
Style is owning the court and charging 'em all a fee
Style is not lusting after someone because they're cool
Style is loving yourself 'til everyone else does 2
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, maybe
U got it! - Style, well well
U got it! - Style
Bridge:
Style don't get drunk on a Saturday night
Try 2 dress up every Sunday mornin' bright
Style don't get married then break the vow in a year
Style is keepin' a promise
Raise your hand y'all if U hear me
(Style) [x2]
Style is not biting style when U can't find the funk
Style is the face U make on a Michael Jordon dunk
Style ain't the jeep U bought when U know your broke ass got bills
Style is lettin' your lover drive while U talk on the phone and chill
U got it! - Style
U got it! - Style, maybe
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style
Bridge:
Style is a gold-tooth smile with an attitude
Style is a peaceful wild postin' the rude
Style is growing your own food
Style is a non-violent march
Style is an accurate account of what's inside every heart (Style)
Style is not a lie
Style is a man that cries
Style is the glow in a pregnant woman's eyes
(Style) [x4]
U got it! - Style, come on
U got it! - Style, do that, do that
U got it! - Style, got it?
U got it! - Style, mad, come on
(Style) U got it! - Yeah
(Style) U got it!
Style is a peaceful wild y'all
(Style) U got it! - Style
(Style) U got it!
Style is not thinking about style
So let me stop (Style)
(Style) [repeats in BG]
It's nice man
What U call that?
Style, I like that
It's about me?
(Keep, keep, keepin' on, people gotta keep, keep, keepin' on)
Right on (U got it!)
I ain't got no job, but I got style
Style, yeah
(Style) U got it!
Oh yeah
Hang on, hang on...
Style is buying your moms a house
Style is a clean mouth
Style is puppy breath
Style is no fear of death
Style is Ali's jab
Style is hailing a cab (Style)
Then U know, givin' 'em the finger when they pass your ass!
(Style) (U got it!) Bonnie, Bonnie
(Style) (U got it!) Oh yeah
(Style) Shirley, shake your ass, Shirley
(Sytle) Shirley, Shirley, I love U, Shirley
(Style) (U got it!) [repeat in BG)
Style is Mayte in the shower
Style is a soul new power
Style is when all black men are free
Style is U and me

Now here comes a musical shack attack
Really on truly design to make you rock
Whether you white or black
In a pants or frock
Round a front or back
Down an bottom or on top
Is Pablo Ranks round the microphone a chat
On the musical shack attack seen (Dreadlocks)
Here them style ya now star
Ca me say if a don`t Patton then a style
A me say is a don`t Patton them a style (Smile)
A mi say if a don`t patton them a style (Wicked on wile)
Say if a don`t Patton them a style
Mi young a say strong Jab know mi well virile
True mi eant everything them a say that spwile
Man mi run way left mi yard them a say that mi wile
Say mi lock the education but mi versatile, true mi
Sell the callie weel on them mi collect the kile
Babylon want fi hold mi it is just for a while
Say mi break out a jail a man use a file
Say mi head in a the mountain - under low profile
Mi say if a don`t Patton them a style (right)
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Flashitta)
Ca me say if a don`t Patton then a style (Bubble)
A mi say if a don`t Patton then a style
But a true say Pablo cool Pablo wasn`t hostile
Mi rub down fi mi skin yes in a coconut oil
Me rap ip fi mi weed in a bacofile
Mi chat the rub a dub fi make the girls them smile
The blood in a them body (man) me want it fi boil
With swet a run them back like a engine oil
With the lyrics them a fire like any missile
Pablo Ranks around the mic as your disciplin child
Well mi fire fi mi lyrics for a million mile
All the girls them in the dance say him dea under profile
Ca me say if a don`t Patton them a style
A me say if a don`t Patton them astyle (wicked and wile)
Say if a don`t Patton then a style (qwane)
Ca me say if a don`t them a style
You know say Pablo Ranks him a you cullicked yard child
A tell you that Patton that a Patton
Me say style a style
But a snake on a lizard on a crocodile
But a them dea creature me say call reptile
But anywhere you go, you know those a pure style
But a Pablo Rankin dea ya cause him wicked and wile
Come fi run down the rubadub in a yard style
Make the girls them in the dance hall feel fi smile
Make the blood in a them body (just) starte fi boil
Make the swet a run them back like a engine oil
Ca mi fire them ya lyric fire them not like missile
Me say if a don`t Patton them a style
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (wicked on wile)
Say if a don`t Patton then a style
Cause me say if a don`t Patton then a style
I`m young I`m strong jab know mi well verile
True mi want everything them a say that mispwile
But run a left mi yard them a say that mi wile
Say mi lack the education but me versitile
Cause me sell the callie weed on then collect kile
Babylon them want fi hold me it is just for a while
Say me break out a jail an 9 man use a file
Say me head into the mountain under low profile
True say 9 man did cool 9 was never hostile
9 man rub down my skin in coconut oil
On rap up my weed in bacofoil
And 9 chat the rubadub fi make the girls them smile
Cause the blood their body`s - 9 want it to boil
An the swet should run their backs like engine oil
Me say if it`s not fashion then it`s style
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Wile)
A mi say if a don`t Patton them a style
A fire them ya lyrics like a god dam missile
A fire them hot for one million miles
On true them never know me was disaplin child
Me go to the stadium an pass through the turnstile
But if 9 feel to walk 9 walk about five miles
Ca me say if a don`t Patton then a style (right)
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Gwane)
A me say if a don`t Patton them a style (Kick up)
A me say if a don`t Patton it`s style

Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you can't see the substance
Style shows how it's organized
Style is looking for your money
It's in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
I've been learning my abc's
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
It's still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
It's been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I can't let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You can't buy this style
Style that you can't resist

Don?t wanna get stoned
Don?t wanna get stoned
But I don?t wanna not get stoned
I don?t wanna not get stoned
Don?t wanna get high
I don?t wanna get high
But I don?t wanna not get high
And I don?t wanna not get stoned
Wanna knock things down
I?m not gonna knock things down
But I don?t wanna not get stoned
So I?m not gonna not knock things down
Don?t wanna think twice
I don?t have to think twice
But I?m not gonna get high
And I?m not gonna get stoned
Style
Not gonna come 'round
I don?t wanna come down
I just want a killer line
And I?ll figure it out myself
Don?t wanna get stoned
I don?t wanna get stoned
But I don?t wanna not get stoned
I don?t wanna not get stoned

Walking down the main street
Narasu VIP wa VOIZ
Looking at me, say the same
Sasou SWEET na VOICE
I don't care bout stupid thing
Taikutsu na TOYS
I always sagashita
In the truth and realities
Kanchigai shinaide
FAKE wa iranai
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever dare mo
Jamasasenai baby
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever
Kankei nai nara out of my head
-This is my style-
I can choose it's only my life
Suddenly I break it out
Douse CHEAP na DAYS
Heavenly I fall in love wa
Biyaku no GAME
Wait a minute, hold on
Kono mama ja pain
I don't lose my control
-Waking me up-
Honki janai nara
Yaku ni mo tatanai
Anytime, Anyone, Anything ai no
Manegoto nara BABY
Anytime, Anyone, Anything
Kantan dakedo I don't want it
-All or Nothing-
I can choose it's only my life
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever dare mo
Jamasasenai baby
Whatever, Wherever, Whoever
Kankei nai nara out of my head
-This is my style-
I can choose it's only my life
Anytime, Anyone, Anything ai no
Manegoto nara BABY
Anytime, Anyone, Anything
Kantan dakedo I don't want it
-All or Nothing-

Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years
It comes, and everyone's in fear
We pray, and hope we will survive
If they don't like me then I die
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style
Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout war,
I'm talking 'bout style
I hope this time it stays around a little while
Talkin' 'bout style
Better hope they like
Those clothes that I wear
And I hope they Like
The way I wear my hair
And I hope they like
The way I do my thang
And this here new song
That I'm 'bout to sang
I'm talkin' 'bout style
Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years
It comes, and everyone's in fear
We pray, and hope we will survive
Cause if one, just one don't like you
Then you die
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style
Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
No, I ain't talkin' 'bout war,
I'm talking 'bout style
I hope this time it stays around a little while

Style
Gimme one good reason now
Why I should hate your style
The way you talk
The way you stalk
Hating you ain't easy for me now
Tell me 'bout your wicked games
Why I should play with you
There is no sense
No consequence
Loving you won't be the same again
Gimme one good answer now
Why I should stay with you
But if I stay
You won´t obbey
Leaving you ain't easy for me now
Ask me 'bout your selfishness
Can't you get what I mean?
It is the truth
Nothing to lose
Hating you is easy for me now
And it never ever ends
Where it all begun
Why is life just a game?
A game without style

Classy. Sexy. Crazy. Couture.
Classy. Sexy. Crazy. Beautiful.
Style.
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Runaway. Style.
Bogien eoeo~ ullyeodo bulpyeonhan gudugateun neo.
Naegen matjiga anha.
(S-t-y-l-e nae meotdaero salkke, leave)
Modeunge eoeo~ jireowo. nega naege wonhaneun geon
Naega anin najanha.
(S-t-y-l-e come on boy let me be me)
Meoributeo balkkeutkkaji nega wonhan look.
Baby this ain't my style.
Biteul biteul geotneun ne mamsogui reonwei.
You're not my style.
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Ginmal anhaneun geon aljanha
(You're not you're not my-my-my style)
Gutbai gutbai
Geu hanmadi hamyeon dwaetjanha
Jalga
(You're not my-my-my style)
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Reonwei, runaway
Runaway. Style.
Bogien eoeo~ ullyeodo bitbaraen paljigateun neo.
Naegen sugabijanha.
(S-t-y-l-e nae meotdaero salkke, leave)
Meoributeo balkkeutkkaji nega wonhan look.
Baby this ain't my style.
Biteul biteul geotneun ne mamsogui reonwei.
You're not my style.
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Ginmal anhaneun geon aljanha
(You're not mamama my style)
Gutbai gutbai
Geu hanmadi hamyeon dwaetjanha
Jalga
You don't know my my my my style
Meolliseoman bwa a a
Na na na nal aneun cheok hajima
No you're not my style
Baby nah nah nah na-ah-ah
Ga ga ga ga You're not my style
Classy. Sexy. Crazy beautiful
Style
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Ginmal anhaneun geon aljanha
(Nae seutail, nae seutail dumalhajin aljanha)
Gutbai gutbai
Geu hanmadi hamyeon dwaetjanha
Jalga
Nae seutail, nae seutail
Hanbeon doraseomyeon aljanha
Nae seutail nae suetail doedollilsun eobtjana
Gutbai gutbai
Gilge kkeulmyeon neodo sirchanha
Jalga

Style is the answer to everything.
Fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous day.
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a
dangerous thing without style.
To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art.
Bullfighting can be an art.
Boxing can be an art.
Loving can be an art.
Opening a can of sardines can be an art.
Not many have style.
Not many can keep style.
I have seen dogs with more style than men.
Although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a
shotgun, that was style.
For sometimes people give you style.
Joan of Arc had style.
John the Baptist.
Jesus.
Socrates.
Caesar.
García Lorca.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of
jail.
Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being
done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you,
walking