• Artist: Da Band
• Song Title: I LIke Your Style
• Album: Too Hot For TV

(P.Diddy)
Uh … It’s that sexy right there
Da Band Baby
Bad Boy, Too Hot for TV
Yeah

(Chorus/Babs & Dylan)
(Babs)
I like your style boy
I really need to know
Do you want to chill wit me?
(Dylan)
We can chill girl
Let’s stop playing you
Need to come home wit me
(Babs)
So what’s the deal boy?
I got a little top
I really want a piece of you
(Dylan)
You know the deal girl
I’m down for what ever
What ever you want to do

(Verse 1)
(Babs)
Hot damn boy what’s the plan
I got a whole day free I done ducked my man
What’s up? Got the truck rimed up last weekend
And that haze that I blow got my interior stinking
Yeah so what’s the deal boy?
I’m trying to chill wit you I like your style
Baby don’t get it twisted I don’t want your child
And I don’t make prank calls you can press redial
(Chopper/Young City)
I guess you like my sudden draw
I stay down no matter the cost
My attitudes like f**k them all, fill me
I’m on my game I ain’t got no flaws
I’m so jealous don’t make me have to touch nobody
Or cut nobody, you like it when I tell you s**t like that
And when I’m on my a** I flip right back
Like that real n**** that I am
So if you need it you can call on slim, f**k it right girl

(Hook/Sara)
Baby how you doing?
Off the scene for a minute but right back into it
Tell me can you fill it?
All the looks that you given I’m filling that you filling me
I can keep a secret boy?
Just to be alone and get next to you
I like you style, beautiful smile you kind of wild

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
(Ness)
She pretty and pink
Damn what they put in my drink
Its either I’m color blind or to pissy to think
Straight, take it slow wait for a minute
Chill for back then we can date for a minute
I’m righting out with an option to buy
Bill me to a nose bleed top of the sky
Female with an attitude cocky as mine
When I ride she right there in the passenger side
(Fred)
His week I made plans that was set in advance
Lost the ship to the villa than we jetting to France
Under the stars sipping crissy laid back in the sand
Telling me ways you would act when you were back with your fam
How yo mother was smoking crack and you father as dead
That’s the type of stuff that will get in my head
And you very emotional
Make a real thug want to get close to you
With the permission that you give yo lotion
Let’s get close girl

(Hook)

(Chorus)

(Chopper/U
Yea… Chopper City
Its Da Band ya heard me
The next generation
Bad Boy, Sara take us out of here ya heard me

(Hook)

(Chorus)