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Nelly

Genres: Hip-Hop

Stick Out Ya Wrist Lyrics - Nelly

(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 

 

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(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 

 

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(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 

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