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    feat. Ms. Jade

    [Intro Pastor Troy]
    Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
    Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
    Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
    Ha-ha, ha-ha

    [Chorus CJ (Pastor Troy)]
    (Oooooooh) Baby what' your name?
    (Oooooooh) Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
    (Hell naw ooooooh) I heard you was from Atlanta
    (Oooooooh) But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
    Are we cuttin'?!
    Are we cuttin'?!
    Are we cuttin'?!
    (Oooooooh hell yea, yeah yeah yea)
    (Oooooooh she won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight)

    [Verse 1 Pastor Troy]
    Yeah, Friday night (yeah), yeah, ballin' homes (yeah)
    Got a n*gga smellin' fresh as a rose
    Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (yes y'all)
    There's a knife, and this is the life
    Pastor, ya tell me how ya love that?
    Let a n*gga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)
    The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)
    Baby girl let ya hair down
    Show a n*gga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
    I ammm low-key you don't wanna leave (c'mon baby)
    You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon)
    Let you caress my feet, huh, now what you wanna know?

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2 Pastor Troy]
    Off the chain, damn, damn boo
    Where ya been all my lifetime?
    Let me fuck ya ?ill the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
    What I do? (whoaa) mind my bizz
    No I can't take ya home wit me
    Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
    Saturday morn' (damn) damn I'm weak
    Knew wassup when you came to the room
    Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba!
    The truth, shorty got loose
    Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3 Ms. Jade]
    What you talkin'?
    I, bring heat when it's hawkin
    Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
    I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
    I'm, bout to kill it, you, dealin' wit the realest
    Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
    Hennessy and the condoms, say they kissin' and grindin'
    It's all about the timin'; I, really like vice-versa
    But, tonight's much worsa', and um
    Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
    Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's
    Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
    In a, split second I'm answerin' all questions
    You dummies are still convinced how money make you undress
    And so tell me

    [Chorus 2x to fade]

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    Nely - Stick Out Ya Wrist


    [Nelly]
    Uh, uh-oh
    Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh
    Uh uh uh, c-mon

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Chorus - Girl]

    [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

    [Verse 2]
    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, I'm a show you who run the town
    Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song
    When he at home, irrated when the video on
    I'm makin ones with them niggas see my ass in the club
    Puffin the bud, and spendin a hundred for every dub
    What he got in his hand, I'm at it again
    But I really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it

    [Chorus]

    [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

    [Verse 3]
    You can call me what you want, but call me a come up
    Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why)
    I'm gonna buy some shit out of herr you ain't never seen
    But probly wrist bands, mo denim starched jeans
    Diablo boots with the posher string
    I'll take a cream-a-team shirt with the bentley sleeves
    Four-door swoosh, made by nike
    Drop-top jumpan suit by mike e
    Got to like my playa, I'm in it for the dough
    I'm in it for show, matter fact I'm in it to blow
    When I wake up in the mornin, I'll be in it some mo
    Garunteed anytime, dial 3-1-4
    Do any escargo, gotta S car the go
    0 to 60 dirty in four point 0
    Second ranking niggas every where dat I go
    I got the same, gotta have it, gotta have it for show

    [Chorus-x2]

    [Nelly-x2]
    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

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