We're giving you a blast of class!
And if you want to know why we're on top of the pile,
ha, ha, ha, cause we got style.
Vuitton, import it straight from the
Creole with a few words that light the voice,
and arsenal of rhymes is my particular choice.
Got style and finesse, and I'm sure you'll agree,
nobody ever, never, ever rhymes quite
And if you wanna know why
I don't play, call me the mystical,
the magical, but sure, ok
The young man supreme, I got
Strictly emphasizing I possess true game
Got stallions all around me,
Responding to my slightest whim when I'm
We're givin' you a blast of class
why we're on top of the pile
Ha ha ha, cause we got style,
We're givin' you a blast,
And if you wanna know why
Ha, ha, ha, cause we got style
and if you have any doubt
and it'll take you right out
He's makin' the moves others
He's a trail of destruction
Don't deny, and it's full of dippin' boys and friends,
We're giving you a blast, subclass!
And if you wanna know why
we're on top of the pile,
And you're a poor excuse of a
Frontin' on a stage tryin' to be like me
you thought you had grace
But you wouldn't know class
if it hit you in the face
Talkin' real loud but noth
Knowin' all the rhymes that you're
It's like you got the style
Our unique looks shows we got taste
You can't help but stare when
To tear the roof off the place
and make the crowd praise
So just relax, cause it's a shootout fact
The reason we got style is
cause we got it like that