Nelly - Stick Out Ya Wrist lyrics

Uh, uh oh, uh, uh uh uh
Hey uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, come on

Hey mister, stick out your wrist
How many's in this
Stick out your chest, are those baguettes
I need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that
Shit you're talking's really legit

Fifteen 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 more mister 'Low-Pro'
Fans peeping like there he goes
Two lane now, put your 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 everything 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 going to jail trying to do what I do
I got cats going through hell
When the thing comes through
Two oh-two, light grey blue
Stitched in the carpet, you know who

Hey mister, stick out your wrist
How many's in this
Stick out your chest, are those baguettes
I need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that
Shit you're talking's really legit

Okay, now, let me see you do it, baby
Don't be afraid, go now
Don't be ashamed of how you do it baby
Just go ahead and make your mama proud

Jack Frost, fuck it, what it cost
Who the boss, flossing is apple sauce
Dirty third grade, bought milk on Thursday
Now, I buy Escalades' on birthdays
Lex and Mercedes on d's
Ease 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 popping 'til sun's 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's at home
Irritated when the video's on
I'm makinh ones with them niggers'
See my ass in the club
Puffing the bud and spending a
Hundred for every dub
What he's got in his hand, I'm at it again
But I really can't stand a lunatic plan
Work it

Hey mister, stick out your wrist
How many's in this
Stick out your chest, are those baguettes
I need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that
Shit you're talking's really legit

Okay, now, let me see you do it, baby
Don't be afraid, go now
Don't be ashamed of how you do it baby
Just go ahead and make your mama proud

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 going to buy some shit out
Of here you ain't never seen
But probably wrist bands
More denim starched jeans
Diablo boots with the posher string
I'll take a Cream Team shirt
With the Bentley sleeves
Four door swoosh, made by Nike
Drop-top jump suit by Mike E
Got to like my player
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 morning
I'll be in it some more
Guaranteed anytime, dial three-one-four
Do any S Cargo, got a S car to go
Zero to sixty, dirty, in four-point oh
Second ranking niggers' every where that I go
I got the same, got to have it
Got to have it for show

Hey mister, stick out your wrist
How many's in this
Stick out your chest, are those baguettes
I need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that
Shit you're talking's really legit

Okay, now, let me see you do it, baby
Don't be afraid, go now
Don't be ashamed of how you do it baby
Just go ahead and make your mama proud