Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy
Right, you know my style is naughty
I know that you like my style
After the spot they tryna meet with us
You can't get to turn you out
Baby, you can call me Mijo
Right, so don't cock-block me
I make you say, adios, Mijo
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
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
(So what you sayin'?)
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
They know our style is fabulous
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
Everybody in the place get wild
Timberland on the drum, drum, he's beatin' up
(Singo)
Stepped out lookin' fresh and clean-ah
You can't get to turn you out
We the hottest in the biz and the bidda
Everybody in the place get wild
I know that you like my style
[Foreign content]
You can't get to turn you out
Cali to Tennessee and in between 'em
I make it hot for you if it's Frijo
You've gotta drop it on your pants right now
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
(Black Eyed Peas, that's me)
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
On a mike and I turn the stage like cocaine
[Foreign content]
You've gotta drop it on your pants right now
Our style lined up when we team up
I know that you like my style
Lemme tell ya
Don't jock, don't jock, baby, don't jock me
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
Off the hook our style ridiculous
You like my style when I'm whiling out with my gang
And I gain my fame from doin' my damn thing
I know that you like my style
(Mijo)
I drop the hotness, baby, watch me
I know that you like my style
J T, he's rockin' a beat with us
I know that you like my style
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
Ba-ba-ba
Everybody in the place get wild
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
Them freaks, they want to freak with us
Here we are, baby
Black Eyed Peas, there's no defeatin' us
(So what you sayin'?)
It feels like somethin's heatin' up
I like to keep my style on, singo
Got my style trademark with the copy
Everybody in the place gets wild
J T and B E P sold the scene up
And I bang them thangs, I'm a lover man
And when I spit it tryin' out at Z rocks me
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
We be rollin' four Hummers and a Pima
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
Everybody in the place get wild
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
You've gotta drop it on your pants right now
With sunset off the chi cantina
I got eight million ways to rockin' like this
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
I know that you like my style
Paparazzi put me in any magazine-ah
I'ma give it to you like that and like this
Black Eyed Peas, J T
'Coz I'm a champ on a rep like Rocky
Everybody in the place get wild
You can't, you can't, no, you can't stop me
I've been gone for a while
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
(So what you sayin'?)
And ain't nobody drop their styles like this
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
I know that you like my style
(Here we are, baby)
Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy
But I'm back with a brand new style
