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    "Stick Out Ya Wrist" Lyrics

    Nelly feat. Toya

    Album:
    track 1 on disc 2
    XXX [2002]
    Genre:
    Duration:00:03:52
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    [Nelly]
    Uh, uh-oh
    Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh
    Uh uh uh, c-mon

    [Toya]
    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

    [Nelly]
    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

    [Toya]
    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

    [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

    [Nelly]
    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
    but 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
    I don't think really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it

    [Toya]
    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

    [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

    [Nelly]
    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 this saying, gotta have it, gotta have it for show - c'mon

    [Toya]
    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

    [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

    [Toya]
    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

    [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
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Cornell Haynes, Jason Epperson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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