| Lyrics: | [Nelly]
Uh, uh-oh
Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh
Uh uh uh, c-mon
[Toya]
Hey
Mister
Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
I
need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that shit you talkin really
legit
[Nelly]
15 miles an hour, maybe so
You can make it straight from your seat to
your front door
You can get a glimpse of the one that they call mo'
Mr. low-pro, fans peepin
like der he go
Two lane now, put yo bite on me
Y'all done waited too long, I got a tax
ID
Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see
Full coverage on my feet
Hold up,
slow it down and let me think about it
Froze up, erraything that you can see around me
My
neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine
I done took you best shot, now dirty you hold mine
Got cats
goin to jail, tryin to do what I do
I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come
through
2-0-2, light grey blue
Stiched in the carpet, you know
who-ooh
[Toya]
Hey Mister
Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
Stick out ya
chest, are those baguettes
I need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that
shit you talkin really legit
[Nelly]
Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
Don't be
afraid go now
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
Just go ahead and make yo mama
proud
[Nelly]
Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost
Who the boss, flossin is
applesauce
Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday
Now I buy Escalades on birthdays
Lex
and Merced eez on deez
E's off these, n-u-t's
I cough and sneeze, for frost bit
sleeves
It's not just me, but really my family
You want the run down, keep it poppin to sun
down
Dirty come now, |
