Ms. Jade, JAY-Z - Count It Off lyrics

Soul sisters (yeah)
We been going for the okey dokey (yeah)
The boys don’t think we can get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Soul sisters (yeah)
We been going for the okey dokey (yeah)
The boys don’t think we can get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down

You best come on, get that ass swung on
When dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold on
Make sure it's stick so
Ricky ain't droppin' Mickeys
My bitches puts on them quickies
And skirts gets the itchy
Pimpin' this game quickly
And brody and niggas quit me
For cat that talk iffy
Get swung on like K griffey


They spit willie
Though half of the bitches feel me
The other half is trashed
Cuz words could never kill me
I got this thick
It's ridiculous how I switch shit
Look who I'm with, 215 and Timbaland, bitch
Whether it's friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde
Cris or Moe i'm stackin' decimals, stoops
Steps and best of yous
I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark
All bite, no bark, play my damn part
I get inside you
Show you how Philly bitches do
Pimp you, then I'll get rid of you
I'll shit on your whole crew

Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

I know it's rare
But niggas they feel me everywhere
I'm from the land of white tees
Vickie's and Roca Wear
NY guys spit at cats, do rags
Pop it in turn it up
Bang my shit in they Jags
I got dem niggas in LA
Crip walkin' in the truck
Atlanta, down south bamma's
You know they get it crunk
Now I'ma float on
Roll me somethin' to smoke on
You hope I go away
Continue to get your hope on
Rap game, regardless I stack change
The same affect as the game
Ms jade is tha mutha-f-in' name
I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway
BK back up to Philly
Won't stop 'til they kill me
I get it done, rap chicks see me and run
Only mixin' coke with the rum
Ain't scared, niggas be bums
You wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie
Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
Major numbers the first week

Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
(Uh, come on with it, get down with it)
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
(Uh, come on with it, get down with it)
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

Yeah, it’s young Vito
Voice of the young people
Roc C-E-O, hot piss for the P-O
I’m so trill, the wood pandlin’
Handlin’ meals
Twenty inch jumpers from standin’
On my wheels
They can’t understand it, god damnit
He’s ill everytime I drive
Gotta prescribe ‘em for panic pills
I’m gigantic, the Titanic would never sink
Even with the band playin’
Before that happend, that man sprayin’
(Buck) aR fifteens, Glocks and tecs
AK’s will pop, I bring ya all out the closet
Girls niggas is homos really
But when they smokin’ on purple
They get loco, but you know I know the drilly
It’s for these positions
That's why I keep the biscuit's
You ain’t Tony Sopranno, you pussy
Sleep with the fishes
You know I’m reppin’ from that 7-1-8
Shots to you f-in’ son, class over
Lesson’s done hov’!

Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

Soul sisters (yeah)
We been going for the okey dokey (yeah)
The boys don’t think we can get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Soul sisters (yeah)
We been going for the okey dokey (yeah)
The boys don’t think we can get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down