Stick Out Ya Wrist
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by Nelly
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[Nelly]
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Uh, uh-oh
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Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh
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Uh uh uh, c-mon
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[Toya]
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Hey Mister
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Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
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Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
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I need to see how deep them pockets get
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Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit
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[Nelly]
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15 miles an hour, maybe so
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You can make it straight from your seat to your front door
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You can get a glimpse of the one that they call mo'
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Mr. low-pro, fans peepin like der he go
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Two lane now, put yo bite on me
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Y'all done waited too long, I got a tax ID
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Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see
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Full coverage on my feet
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Hold up, slow it down and let me think about it
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Froze up, erraything that you can see around me
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My neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine
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I done took you best shot, now dirty you hold mine
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Got cats goin to jail, tryin to do what I do
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I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come through
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2-0-2, light grey blue
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Stiched in the carpet, you know who-ooh
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[Toya]
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Hey Mister
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Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
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Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
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I need to see how deep them pockets get
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Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit
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[Nelly]
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Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
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Don't be afraid go now
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Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
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Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
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[Nelly]
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Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost
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Who the boss, flossin is applesauce
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Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday
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Now I buy Escalades on birthdays
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Lex and Merced eez on deez
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E's off these, n-u-t's
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I cough and sneeze, for frost bit sleeves
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but it's not just me, but really my family
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You want the run down, keep it poppin to sun down
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Dirty come now, I'm a show you who run the town
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Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song
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When he at home, irrated when the video on
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I'm makin ones with them niggas see my ass in the club
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Puffin the bud, and spendin a hundred for every dub
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What he got in his hand, I'm at it again
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I don't think really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it
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[Toya]
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Hey Mister
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Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
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Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
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I need to see how deep them pockets get
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Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit
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[Nelly]
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Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
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Don't be afraid go now
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Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
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Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
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[Nelly]
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You can call me what you want, but call me a come up
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Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why)
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I'm gonna buy some shit out of herr you ain't never seen
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But probly wrist bands, mo denim starched jeans
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Diablo boots with the posher string
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I'll take a cream-a-team shirt with the bentley sleeves
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Four-door swoosh, made by nike
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Drop-top jumpan suit by mike e
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Got to like my playa, I'm in it for the dough
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I'm in it for show, matter fact I'm in it to blow
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When I wake up in the mornin, I'll be in it some mo
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Garunteed anytime, dial 3-1-4
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Do any escargo, gotta S car the go
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0 to 60 dirty in four point 0
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Second ranking niggas every where dat I go
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I got this saying, gotta have it, gotta have it for show - c'mon
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[Toya]
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Hey Mister
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Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
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Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
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I need to see how deep them pockets get
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Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit
|
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[Nelly]
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Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
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Don't be afraid go now
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Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
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Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
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[Toya]
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Hey Mister
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Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
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Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
|
I need to see how deep them pockets get
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Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit
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[Nelly]
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Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
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Don't be afraid go now
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Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
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Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
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Stick Out Ya Wrist Nelly
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| Nelly |
