Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy   Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy   Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy   Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy      I know that you like my style   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   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, 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   'Coz I'm a champ on a rep like Rocky   And when I spit it tryin' 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 doin' my damn thing   On a mike and I turn the stage like cocaine   And I bang them thangs, I'm a lover man      I know that you like my style   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   I know that you like my style   You've gotta drop it on your pants right now   Everybody in the place gets wild   (So what you sayin'?)      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   J T and B E P sold the scene up   Cali to Tennessee and in between 'em   We the hottest in the biz and the bidda   We be rollin' four Hummers and a Pima   With sunset off the chi cantina      Stepped out lookin' 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   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   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, girl?   What's up, what's up with you, boy?   What's up, what's up with you, boy?      [Foreign content]   I like to keep my style on, singo   (Singo)   Baby, you can call me Mijo   (Mijo)   I make you say, adios, Mijo   [Foreign content]   I make it hot for you if it's Frijo      It feels like somethin's heatin' up   Timberland on the drum, drum, he's beatin' up   Black Eyed Peas, there's no defeatin' us   J T, he's rockin' a beat with us      Them freaks, they want to freak with us   After the spot they tryna meet with us   They know our style is fabulous   Off the hook our style ridiculous      Ba-ba-ba   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?      Lemme 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      Black Eyed Peas, J T   (Black Eyed Peas, that's me)   Here we are, baby   (Here we are, baby)   Ba-ba-ba