Stick Out Ya Wrist

[Introduction] Uh, uh-oh, uh, uh uh uh, hey, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, come on [Hook] Hey mister, stick out your wrist, how many's in this Stick out your chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you're talking's really legit [Verse One] Fifteen 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 more Mister 'Low-Pro', fans peeping like there he goes Two lane now, put your 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 going to jail trying to do what I do I got cats going through hell when the thing comes through Two-oh-two, light grey blue Stitched in the carpet, you know who [Hook] Hey mister, stick out your wrist, how many's in this Stick out your chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you're talking's really legit [Bridge] Okay, now, let me see you do it, baby Don't be afraid, go now Don't be ashamed of how you do it baby Just go ahead and make your mama proud [Verse Two] Jack Frost, fuck it, what it cost Who the boss, flossing is apple sauce Dirty third grade, bought milk on Thursday Now, I buy Escalades' on birthdays Lex. and Mercedes on d's Ease 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 popping 'til sun's 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's at home, irritated when the video's on I'm makinh ones with them niggers', see my ass in the club Puffing the bud and spending a hundred for every dub What he's got in his hand, I'm at it again But I really can't stand a lunatic plan, work it [Hook] Hey mister, stick out your wrist, how many's in this Stick out your chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you're talking's really legit [Bridge] Okay, now, let me see you do it, baby Don't be afraid, go now Don't be ashamed of how you do it baby Just go ahead and make your mama proud [Verse Three] 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 going to buy some shit out of here you ain't never seen But probably wrist bands, more denim starched jeans Diablo boots with the posher string I'll take a Cream Team shirt with the Bentley sleeves Four-door swoosh, made by Nike Drop-top jump suit by Mike E Got to like my player, 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 morning, I'll be in it some more Guaranteed anytime, dial three-one-four Do any S Cargo, got a S car to go Zero to sixty, dirty, in four-point-oh Second-ranking niggers' every where that I go I got the same, got to have it, got to have it for show [Hook] [x2] Hey mister, stick out your wrist, how many's in this Stick out your chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you're talking's really legit [Bridge] Okay, now, let me see you do it, baby Don't be afraid, go now Don't be ashamed of how you do it baby Just go ahead and make your mama proud