Dem Jeans

[JD] How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans? How the how the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans? Cause your waist so little and your ass it like whoa Cause your waist so little and your ass it like whoa [Chingy] Prada, Gucci, tell me what you like Coach bag with the shoes to match, forget the price Marc Jacob shades, 50 karats all ice Model in dem jeans for me, luxury, now that's your life That's the type of shit I'm on Let me see you get them on Back it up a bit, yeah that's it, cause I can see your thong Caramel skin tone Damn, you look like Nia Long Don't be acting like that lil' mama, cause I can leave you 'lone Mix the lime with that Patron That's what we drinking on She wanna go out to eat, but me, JD, I'm think home Just so I can see 'em off But what the hell we both grown Wearin' dem jean like that will make me take trips with you to Rome [Bridge] Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey) You know they thick from the STL to the A-Town Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey) Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down [Hook] Damn girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans, dem Jeans? How'd you get all that in Dem? Damn girl How'd you get all that? (Is you talking to me?) Yeah, you I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the be just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby that's what's up [JD] Now. Now. Now When walkin' girl And you make it swirl It's hard for me not to look and I want you in my world Bubbled up (oh) Poking out (Hey) Lickin' my lip saying, shawty swing it my way Damn ma How the hell you get all that in dem pants ma Hope you ain't up in here with your man ma I love it when you wiggle it, shake it Drop it, and do your little dance True Religion, 7's or dem rocking Republics Or the ones that fit the best and show it just how we love it Know just how to hug it Know just how to cup it When you walk away it make me wanna rub it [Hook] [Chingy] I don't mean to be rude But I like the way you move Got your boy in the mood Let's go back to my jacuzz' I ain't like them other fools Got to play by my rules Face down, ass up, pants off look (ooh) There it go, don't be scared Let it show it, like them curves Make that thing talk, when you walk, I'm slurring my words Drop it to the floor, ya heard Ain't no hating girl, ya hot Like the style but man you working them a lot [Hook x2]