This is a song about "Style"

They say i don't never smile

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

When it comes to spitting that fire

Animal style my style is wild

You can search but you'll never find

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

All i want is you now

You got a weak style, see, wow,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile