• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• My Sweetie - Wale
• My Style - Black Eyed Peas
• My Style - Inspectah Deck
• My Style - Ann Beretta
• My Style - Eternity
• Ma Style - Miss A
• My Style - Jair Dynast
• My Style - F(x)

[Wale:]
I needed to feel like when your mother
Used to take you to the african party
[Chorus:]
You're my sweetie,
My sugar, My lady,
My lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever
[Verse 1:]
Well, maybe not forever
Chain withdrawn when we not together
Best foot forward, holla at your boy
And I can get em all without lots of effort
Take her home, and we can get it on
Make my jelof with lots of pepper
God has blessed her, prauda dresser
Mix my guiness with a Dr. Pepper
I'm so Naija, she so ibo
She so sweet, shortie feed my ego
Me bold dude, Boladipo olu
Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods
African queen got what you need
Said my name wale, Ba wo ni
[Chorus:]
You're my sweetie, My sugar,
My lady, my lover,
So honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever
[Verse 2:]
Who said I don't rap, I am naija all day
When I meet your mom I still du ba le
I am Wale, Oluwa
We be in the party like we own that bar
No regard when I'm going at a broad
And I go up in a party like I'm going abroad
Understand that's fly, damn super fly guy land in Du Bai
Ya'll can't get it, I make ya'll get it
Hate estate and my iPod with it
Money on the floor, throw it on a broad
This is not balling, but this is our culture
You is not hip then I can not coach her
If it's not couture, I will not go to her
If it's not k9, I will not couture
To much cognac wheres my chauffeur
[Chorus:]
You're my sweetie,
My sugar, My lady,
My lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever
Money on the floor, spray it spray it
Said there's Money on the floor, spray it spray it
Said there's Money on the floor, spray it spray it
Said there's Money on the floor, spray it spray it
Said there's Money on the floor, spray it spray it
Said there's Money on the floor, spray it spray it
Said there's Money on the floor, spray it spray it
Said there's Money on the floor, spray it spray it
[Chorus:]
You're my sweetie,
My sugar, My lady,

Lord, have mercy
I know that you like my style
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style
You’ve gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin’)
What’s up, what’s up with you girl
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
’Coz I’m a champ on the rep like rocky
And when I spit it trying out at Z rocks me
Got my style 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 whiling out with my gang
And I gain my fame from doing my damn thing
On a mike and I turn the stage like cocaine
And I bang them thangs like a (?)
I know that you like my style
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style
You’ve gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin’)
What’s up, what’s up with you girl
What’s up, what’s up with you boy
Our style lined up when we team up
JT and BEP sold the scene up
Cali to Tennessee and in between ‘em
We the hottest in the biz (?)
We be rolling four Hummers and a Pima
With sunset off the chi cantina
Stepped out looking fresh and clean-ah
Paparazzi put me in any magazine-ah
I got eight million ways to rockin’ like this
And ain’t nobody drop their styles like this
I’ma 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
You can’t get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style
You’ve gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin’)
What’s up, what’s up with you girl
What’s up, what’s up with you boy
I like to keep my style on singo (singo)
Baby you can call me mijo (mijo)
I make you say “Adios, mijo”
I make it hot for you if it’s frijo
It feels like something’s heating up
Timberland on the drum-drum he’s beatin’ up
Black Eyed Peas, there’s no defeating us
JT, he’s rocking a beat with us
Them freaks, they want to freak with us
After the spot they tryin’a meet with us
They know our style is fabulous
Off the hook our style ridiculous
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da...
What’s up, what’s up with you girl
What’s up, what’s up with you boy
I know that you like my style
I’ve been gone for a while
But I’m back with a brand new style
Black Eyed Peas (Black Eyed Peas)
JT (that’s me)
And we out baby (out baby)

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
My style, sick as the plague
Hold ya head, like I'm trimmin' ya fade
Now witness the raid, Rebellion, spittin' them blades
That'll tear ya "Face/Off" like Nicolas Cage
In the brick maze, ain't slept in six days
Trippin' off a spliff of haze, rollin' trip trays
I need, one followed by zero, he's some kinda hero
Analyze This, like DeNiro
[Inspectah Deck:]
I'm not the man, I'm just one of the men
You don't wanna cross me, I'm like a hundred & ten
Truck Turner burning the steel, child style working the mill
Like I still kill, serving them crill
Can't stop til I'm splurging a mill', gorilla lurk in the field
With my lean on, swerving my wills
Full time with the grind, like nine on the limb
Lone Ranger, so I don't conspire with them
Got men that'll fire the sem', see me sliding with the diamond
Like four or five of them, inside the Benz
It's the, main event when searched and through
Old timers recognize, with the young kids too
Damn right, I'm still 1-6-Ooh
Young G out to get his due, you can't fit his shoe
In the hood like graph' on the wall, snatchin' it all
Niggaz hate me, I'm just, having a ball
Yeah y'all, still hang in the halls, or macking them broad
Or at the fiend house, bagging a raw
And I'm alright, sending y'all a kite
Boss tight with the mic, y'all call it a night
It's the, gener-al, keep backin' them off
Backin' more, throw it down like Shaq in the fourth
You a cartoon in back of The Source, I clap off
And the, strongest quake couldn't match the force
Disrespect me, the eagles'll squeeze, my peoples is G's
Who put the work in and breeze in the D's
Keep several TV's in the V's, now wise men speak in degrees
Had you leaking with ease, fools

Left my baby standing, Left her all alone, Left her standing in the middle of the night, Right down by the liqour store, And that's alright, Maybe it's just my style, Left her standing in the middle of the night, Whoa! That's what I like. My baby left me standing, She left me all alone, Left me stanidng in the middle of the night, Right down by the liqour store, Well that's alright, Maybe it's just my style, Left me standing in the middle of the night, By the... Whoa! That's what I like. Left my baby standing, Left her all alone, Left her standing in the middle of the night, Right down by the liqour store, And that's alright, Maybe it's just my style, Left her standing in the middle of the night, Whoa! That's what I like.

I’m tired of everything you say to me
What you get is what you see
You like to criticize
You like to analyze
But I’m not really listening
I do it my my style
I’m rollin my my style
You like my my style
I’ll go with my my style
And that’s mine cause
I will be what I will be
What you get is what you see
I will be what I will be
Don’t you tell me what’s good for me
I will be what I will be
Funkylicious light and free
I will be what I will be
Don’t you tell me what’s good for me
Take a bite yeah chew another piece of me
I wish that you’d just leave me be
Don’t want to walk your line
That’s yours and this is mine
I’m not broken so stop fixing me
I do it my my style
I’m rollin my my style
You like my my style
I’ll go with my my style
Chorus x2
I don’t care what you think
I don’t care what you think
I don’t care, I don’t care
I don’t care what you think
You got me on the download, but keep it on the down-low
I’m the secret in your stereo, criticism overload

What's up, what's up,
everybody on the floor what's up
Ma style, ma style
it's brand new style ma style
Mwonga taewobeoril deutan
Bultaneun i Friday Night
Mak yeol du si temporeul ollyeo jwo Faster
Nuni busyeo oneul nan
Bad girl, Good girl? Okay
Modu ttak nal wonhae bul bodeut ppeonhae,
Jigeutjigeut hane
(No Spec) barajido anha pigonhae
(Six Pack) neomu heunhadi heunhae
(Hey Play Boy) jom jinaga jeori(Hurry)
Bujokhae mwonga bujokhae (OH)
Geu sungan simjangi mak ttwieosseo
Neoneun mwonga dalla dallasseo
So Step By Step (Step on you)
Ireon Feelin' eobseosseo
(Hello, Hello) Your ma style
(Follow, Follow) Don't be shy
(L.O, L.O.) V.E, Luv
Neowa na duri Baby don't worry
(Halo, Halo) You're ma shine
(Fellow, Fellow) Won't miss, boy
(L.O, L.O.) V.E, Luv
Just 2 of us, Just 2 of us, yeah
U hoo ooh (x7)
Nae Style hoo ooh (x7)
Ani beolsseo du si ban (But)
Meomchwobeorin sigan soge
100man volt jeollyuga
Gamssa nal Olleh jjiritjjirit hane
(Mr.!) nunbitmaneurodo chungbunhae
(miss A) rago bulleo jwosseum hae
(Hey A Plus) yorijori da bwado neon
Neon Enough narang ttagin geol
Na ni hyanggiro heumppeok chwihaeseo
Dareun geon deo pillyo eopgesseo
Now step again (Step on you)
Neoro gadeukhae beolsseo
(Hey) U know oneulbuteo nan dalleo
Stupid! gajjadeul! da gara garagu (Hey)
Trust me, trust me neol wihan Lipstick

My Style by Jair Dynast
℗© 2008 eMultimedia Group, Inc.
Hook
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check, check my style
Check, check, check my style
Verse 1
I'm independent n' I got that swagger
You're irrelevant, you get that dagger
Smith N' Wesson yeah I make bangers
For what you sellin' we should hang yah
Supra's on my feet hat on real low
Or I got them J's strictly retro
Rock a fade waves, hell yeah yah dunno
Spinning like the second hand on my Movado
Military flow I got them cannons
My style's grand they call me Canyon
Intelligent, n' you can't stand 'em
A Hulk like Hogan watch me slam 'em
WeONit yeah we rock that
Everybody's on it you should cop that
Streetwear addition yeah we got that
Our style's ill so who would stop that
Hook (2x)
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check, check my style
Check, check, check my style
Verse 2
Impeccable flow, perfect timing
Jealous of the kid n' the way he's rhymin’
Knowledge still penetrates through your mind n'
Kevlar vest, bullet proof lining
Our streetwear, yeah that's priceless
You're still rockin' conflict ices
Your wardrobe is in a major crisis
Like the third world while I write this
Here half livin' dead below poverty
N' that's real, real life not a novelty
Shop indie brands for style n' the quality
Create jobs n' fix our economy
Do it faster than a Usain Bolt
You can download n' memorize my quotes
HTML I'm online key strokes
My style's ill Asthmatics choke
Hook (2x)
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check, check my style
Check, check, check my style
Haha, whoever said the indie scene ain't got no swagger
Must have lost their minds.
This Jair Dynast and we like to call this Vanguard Hip Hop
Crazy beats, crazy flows, knowledge, swagger and all that combined
Hook (2x)
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check my style
Check, check, check, check my style

Ladies & Gentlemen, f (x)! Hey! (Uh-Hu Yeah) Hey! Let's Go!
Jeogil bwa Good Boy jeo yeope geu dwi oenjjokpyeon kkalkkeumhan hudeuti wie jaekit meotjin Match joha
A a Style meotjyeo waenji mami tteollyeo Oh! So Stylish OK! My Style
Mamdaero ttwineun mam sumgyeojiji annneun mam na eotteokhae na eotteokhae yadannasseo Stop!
Meotdaero bupun mam papkoncheoreom twineun mam jakku ti naneun mam deon gamchul su eomneun mam
* machimnae geuga barabonda geuga nal bomyeo utneunda
My Style na eotteokhae My Style kkok jjibeo neo!
Machimnae geuga dagaonda nan sumeul himkkeot chama Stop!
My Style tto dugeundae My Style kok jjigeo neo!
Chimchakhae seodulleo beolsseo yeolgeoreumdo an namasseo taeyeonhae boineun pyojeong nege jieoboilgeoya
A a seurilleomchyeo simjang kungkunggeoryeo Oh! So Coolish OK! My Style
Japhiji annneun mam meomchwojiji annneun mam na eotteokhae na eotteokhae keunillasseo Stop!
Chumchudeut ttwineun mam mareul deutji annneun mam neol hyanghae ttwineun mam da boineun naui mam
Machimnae geuga barabonda geuga nal bomyeo utneunda
My Style na eotteokhae My Style kkok jjibeo neo!
Machimnae geuga dagaonda nan sumeul himkkeot chama Stop!
My Style tto dugeundae My Style kok jjigeo neo!
A baro geuga nun apeseo son heundeulmyeo mareul geonda
My Style na eotteokhae My Style kkok jjibeo neo!
Ja keun sumeul deuriswimyeon nae dugeungeorim modu Stop!
Deulkyeodo nan molla deon gamchul su eomneun mam
Nananana nananana nana nanana X2
My Style na eotteokhae My Style kkok jjibeo neo! Neol hyanghae ttwineun mam da boineun naui mam
(It's What I See (Yeah) That's Got Me Breathless Gimme Some Room Cuz I'm Coming To Get It
Everybody Wants It But You Know I Got It Not Done Yet Gotta Finish What You Started
My Eyes Have Been On You Lately Just Want You To Be My Baby
Oh You So Cool It'S Got Me Freezing WANNA Figure You Out (So) Stop Your Brain Teasing)
Machimnae geuga barabonda geuga nal bomyeo utneunda
My Style na eotteokhae My Style kkok jjibeo neo!
Machimnae geuga dagaonda nan sumeul himkkeot chama Stop!
My Style tto dugeundae My Style kok jjigeo neo!
A baro geuga nun apeseo son heundeulmyeo mareul geonda
My Style na eotteokhae My Style kkok jjibeo neo!
Ja keun sumeul deuriswimyeon nae dugeungeorim modu Stop!
Oh deulkyeodo nan molla deon gamchul su eomneun mam
My Style na eotteokhae My Style kkok jjibeo neo!