Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stick Out Ya Wrist , by - Nelly. Release date: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Stick Out Ya Wrist |
| 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, 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| But I really can’t stand, a lunatic plan — work it 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 |
| 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 the same, gotta have it, gotta have it for show |
| 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 |