(feat. Toya) [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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