Stylee ft. Mode9, 2face Idibia & Elajoe Lyrics

Intro

Wey the music wey we play

We do it in our own

Stylee! Stylee! Stylee!

Play this anthem all night

Tuface Idibia, Elly Jones

And Cool Jimmy Jatt

I reside in lagos

The city of hustlers

Everybody is in a hurry

Traders and customers

Walking step beats on the regular

If you no strict

You go part with your cellular

You're driving

I suggest you check your rear view

Be careful

Cos' an okada just might be near you

Knock one of them down

And rest just gonna tear you to pieces

Eh yooo!!!

Welcome to the jungle

And the Danfo Drivers

Always try to fumble

Rush hour bus stop

Are like the royal rumble

Where the B. O. Run things

All we do is grumble

Everybody, red eye! Red eye!

Ain't nobody humble

Trip and tumble into the eternal abyss

Half the people hold a grudge

The other keep malice

Play chalice

Lagos!! Too much joo!

If you no get logo gba orie

O hoo!! O hoo!!

Chorus

This lagos wey we dey so is our zone

This thing wey you dey see so is our own

All the people wey you see we love them

To our bone

And the music wey we play

We do it in our own

Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! We do it in our own (3x)

Stylee! Stylee! Stylee!

I remember well

The beginning of the struggle

When we use hang upon the block

To win acapella

Singing staying out of trouble

It seems like yesterday

When we started the game

Hoping for some fame

And some fortune

Now whats the gain if no pain

That explains all the hustle and the bustle

Like when we enter bus claim staff

Because we no get money

Trekking to Ikeja it was not very funny

When we started

Them been dey talk say we dey mental

But then na Jimmy Jatt

Dey him dey give us instrumental

But up till now we still dey strong

Dey hold on

The struggle still goes on

Up till now we still dey

And we are going nowhere

Eh, mashere

This lagos wey we dey so is our zone

This thing wey you dey see so is our own

All the people wey you see we love them

To our bone

And the music wey we play

We do it in our own

Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! We do it in our own (3x)

Stylee! Stylee! Stylee!

Whoever thought like *** the gate like this

Get the game to elevate not lease

Wonder how mother Africa felt when foreigners

Enslaved their kids

Some killed, some taken away

Yo caged and shipped

Wonder how she feels now

When she sees how we underrate

Plus *** the script like spiky

Dulum ideas

Ine the professor if only things they had for Lagos

With their enterprises

**** proach the game down

To end life like this

You no chris rock

So don’t be shocked

How a fakey real hipper

From the streets of the mainstream

Without watery now

Still get the same spims

With the wackiness

Of course you know we terminating

Fela mysten

Of course you know we ever blazing

In the mix like timmy

You now my power moves aint static

With elajoe every time

Nothing but classic stylee

This lagos wey we dey so is our zone

This thing wey you dey see so is our own

All the people wey you see we love them

To our bone

And the music wey we play

We do it in our own

Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! We do it in our own (3x)

Stylee! Stylee! Stylee!

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