Stick Out Ya Wrist Lyrics

Uh, uh oh
Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh
Uh uh uh, c’mon

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

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, 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 goin’ to jail, tryin’ to do what I do
I got cats goin’ through hell
When the thang come through, 2-0-2, light gray blue
Stitched in the carpet, you know who-ooh

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

Okay, 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

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, nut'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, irritated when the video on
I'm makin’ ones with them niggas see my ass in the clubNelly Feat. Toya - Stick Out Ya Wrist - http://motolyrics.com/nelly-feat-toya/stick-out-ya-wrist-lyrics.html
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

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

Okay, 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

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 her you ain't never seen
But probably 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 Mikee

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
Guaranteed 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

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

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

Okay, 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

Okay, 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