In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
(Uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough (yeah)
The original don dada, nobody bomb harder (uh-huh)
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot (woo)
The hoodrats they say, "He so crazy"
The snitches they say, "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryna play me
The aftermath and my wrath is so shady
No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley coupé cockpit (cockpit)
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket?
Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit
"50 you need some help?"
Chill, Yayo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us (yeah)
They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers (uh-huh)
Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product (what?) (Yeah)
I know you like my style (Uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (Uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (Uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like, "Baby girl, I like them curves"
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard
From the telly in ten minutes I'll make you a believer (woo)
Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure (yeah)
I make hits about what I do in my leisure (huh)
G-unit gang, can't another clique out there see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryna G us
Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretendin', I'm the nigga ya love
And I ain't got to say nothin', you know that I'm thuggin' (yeah)
Put my hands on that ass and ya say that I'm buggin'
We family, baby, kissin' cousins
Now look what the riff-raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven (what?)
I'ma New Yorker, but I sound Southern
And we sip DP 'till the Don stop bubblin' (uh-huh)
After we play, okay, go to ya husband
(Uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how (uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Em said you gon' like my style
Dre said you gon' like my style
I said you gon' like my style (uh-huh)
You will like how I break it down
You're not really, really ready
The drama will have ya ass in trauma, boy
You're not really, really ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'
You're not really, really ready
Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
You're not really, really ready
You think ya ready, ya not
Really, really ready, ready
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough (yeah)
The original don dada, nobody bomb harder (uh-huh)
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot (woo)
The hoodrats they say, "He so crazy"
The snitches they say, "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryna play me
The aftermath and my wrath is so shady
No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley coupé cockpit (cockpit)
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket?
Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit
"50 you need some help?"
Chill, Yayo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us (yeah)
They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers (uh-huh)
Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product (what?) (Yeah)
I know you like my style (Uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (Uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (Uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like, "Baby girl, I like them curves"
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard
From the telly in ten minutes I'll make you a believer (woo)
Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure (yeah)
I make hits about what I do in my leisure (huh)
G-unit gang, can't another clique out there see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryna G us
Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretendin', I'm the nigga ya love
And I ain't got to say nothin', you know that I'm thuggin' (yeah)
Put my hands on that ass and ya say that I'm buggin'
We family, baby, kissin' cousins
Now look what the riff-raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven (what?)
I'ma New Yorker, but I sound Southern
And we sip DP 'till the Don stop bubblin' (uh-huh)
After we play, okay, go to ya husband
(Uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how (uh-huh)
I know you like my style (uh-huh)
But how much do you like my style? (uh-huh)
You like how I break it down (uh-huh)
Wanna get rich I'll show you how (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Em said you gon' like my style
Dre said you gon' like my style
I said you gon' like my style (uh-huh)
You will like how I break it down
You're not really, really ready
The drama will have ya ass in trauma, boy
You're not really, really ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'
You're not really, really ready
Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
You're not really, really ready
You think ya ready, ya not
Really, really ready, ready
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