every body pump your style
pump your style
mere gaane ka style
mere chalne ka style
mera sone ka style hai
mere hear ka style
mere shear ka style
footwear ka style hain
smile karne ka style
look dene ka style
taf dikhne ka style hain
are tenshan hain yaar
police station me apni file hain yaar
ye bhi to ek style hain yaar
pump your style, pump your style
pump your style, pump your style
pump your style, pump your style

mere aane ka style
mere jaane ka style
mere bahane ka style
mere jhukne ka style
mere uthne ka style
uff karne ka style hain
draame karne ka style
hur karne ka style
phooj karne ka style hain
badi kanfetion hain
apana dil kuchh jyada prchaile hain
pump your style, pump your style
pump your style, pump your style
pump your style, pump your style

mere big ka bhi to style hain
hollywood me apna profile hain
my taitan se jaa ke kah do
bokshing apun ki free style hain
free style hain baby

mera dekhne ma style
mra sochne ka style
mea hansne ka style hain
mere ghat ka style
mere shart ka style
mere flait ka style hain
le tafne ka ka style
fone karne ka style
udhaar lene ka style hain
badi problem hain yaar
apun ke tijori me chori ka mobile hain
ye bhi to ek style hain bhaai
pump your style, pump your style
every body pump your style
pump your style

mere khane ka style
mere pine ka style
mera jine ka style hain
mere sendal ka style
mere engal ka style
baba sengal ka style hain
haath jodane ka style
paise kamane ka style
dharmendr banane ka style hian
mere saath rocket daile hain
pump your style, pump your style
every body pump your style
pump your style
pump your style, pump your style
ae baba kuchh aur style bacha hain kya
chhod na yaar

Each breath, a canvas, paint your flair,
Your rhythm, the song that fills the air.
The way you walk, a whispered plea,
The slumber's grace, eternally.
Your hair, a crown, the stories told,
Your words, a fire, brave and bold.
The shoes you choose, a silent stride,
The way you smile, where truths reside.
The gaze you cast, a knowing glance,
The tough facade, a fleeting dance.
Oh, tension's grip, a weary sigh,
The station's grace, where secrets lie.
Even this burden, a style defined,
So, flaunt your style, leave none behind.

The way you enter, a grand design,
The exit's grace, a parting sign.
The art of excuse, a woven thread,
The humble bow, a lowered head.
The rising spirit, takes its flight,
The whispered "Oof," in fading light.
The drama's weave, a stage's plea,
The tears you shed, for all to see.
The foolish games, a playful art,
A heart that aches, a fragile start.
The confessions whispered, soft and low,
A tender heart, where feelings flow.
So, flaunt your style, let spirits soar.

My hair's a statement, bold and bright,
Hollywood's beckoning light.
Go tell my Titans, hear my plea,
Boxing's freedom, sets me free.
Free style, my love, eternally.

The way you see, the world unfolds,
The thoughts you keep, your stories told.
The laughter's echo, light and free,
The way you rise, for all to see.
The shirt you wear, the shelter's keep,
The flat you call, in slumber deep.
The art of grit, the strength you find,
The phone's embrace, to ease the mind.
The borrowed grace, a fleeting debt,
Oh, what a mess, the life you've met.
A stolen phone within the hoard,
A style of life, forever adored.
So, flaunt your style, and let it shine.
Each moment's beauty, yours and mine.

The way you eat, the thirst you quench,
The way you live, a vibrant stench.
The sandal's touch, the angle's plea,
The Segals' touch, wild and free.
The prayer you make, the hands entwine,
The wealth you seek, a sun's design.
To be like Dharmendra, so grand,
A rocket dial, close at hand.
So, flaunt your style, let it take hold,
Each moment's worth, more precious than gold.
Flaunt your style. Flaunt your style.
Baba, is there another style left?
Forget it.