Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Skinny Boys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Bush
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bush
Producer
Steve
Engineer
Ron
Engineer
Bryan New
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Once again, we're knocking down doors
We're keepin' people on the dancefloor
We'll give you more, more than what you bargained for
We're gettin' wild, wild like a wild boar
No need to talk about material things
Like Bugle Boys or AJ Jeans
Girls are sportin' diamonds, homeboys sportin' dookie ropes
The way it seems to me kinda dope, I'm stylin!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
I'm on Broadway, it seems like I'm in a fashion show
People look at me and say "Yo!
Where did you get that dope footgear?"
Man, you tryin' to bite off me, look I'm outta here
Listen up, you should have your own style
Then we can hang out and it'll be worthwhile
Me and you in the Red Parrot coolin'
Or in The World, girls will be rulin', I'm stylin!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Look at the girls over there sportin' leather and suede gear
Hair fixed up, Gucci and Po did
She looks fly to me (Man, her friend's legit)
What you wanna do Shaun? (Let's go for it)
As we approach and start to profile
Playin' the role like Queen of the Nile
They tryin' to high post, behind a big smile
They said "How you livin'?"
I'm stylin!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Now we're mackin' somewhere in Times Square
Girls all over, everywhere you look they're there
In you face, too fly to say hi
Some say what's up and others just walk by
You're a wannabe, wanna be like Salt-N-Pepa
That's a dream, no way, no never
Be yourself and stop cold wildin'
You know what's up with me girl, I'm stylin!
Chillin' in my own way
Dope gear, is what we're rockin' everyday
Like a gangster, he's got to have a new suit
But for the cool brothers, Ballys and True
Fendi, Polo and MCM
What are they ridin' in, a Beemer or a Benz?
Now who's smilin' and who's profilin'?
You know what's up with me girl, I'm stylin!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Everywhere you go, there's a new style
So when you're breakin' the night, make it worthwhile
Be original and unique
So when you're steppin' all the girls'll speak
Yell it out loud, going wild
You see nothing but teeth and a big style
Calling your name like it's going out of style
You know what's up with me girl, I'm stylin!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Ow! Ho! Hey! C'mon!
Stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Stylin', stylin', stylin', stylin'!
Written by: R. Bush
