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Stick Out Ya Wrist

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[Chorus] 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. Fifteen miles an hour, maybe mo'. 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 there 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 thing come through. 2-0-2, light gray blue. Stitched in the carpet, you know who-ooh. [Chorus] [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. Jack Frost, fuck it! What is cost? Who the boss? Flossin' is applesauce. Dirty third grade. Bought milk on Thursday. Now I buy Escalades on birthdays. Lex and Mercedes on these. 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


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