This is a song about "Her style"

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Animal style my style is wild

Run for cover and return fire

I know you like my style

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

It was different version and a different style.

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Through the barbed wire

Try to get wit my style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style