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I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, it my own shit now Alright, the drummer have some, y'all? the drummer have some more? Said the drummer ain't had none, in a time on, drummer!
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[Jermaine (Pharrell Williams)] Uh huh, oh Damn baby, How you get all that in jeans? that, you hear this? Its that Trak Clipse, (get down!) So So Def
1 - Terrar of Clipse, (Pharrell Williams)] Question, ask any Rap or a hustler, who rocks is (The rapper!) Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight I flood the block, I hug the I have a whole neighborhood that a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see, hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b I like my diamonds colored, watch it (me too) off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got out for me Bring 'em home, give 'em they of balcony She said "We can more fun", I said "How can we?" she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!) All sexin', just think, this all came from one question
[Chorus - Dupri] You got a big ass bell? see you jingle it baby You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you it baby
Wanna talk about cars? Lets about it Wanna talk about houses? Lets about it Wanna about jeweles? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about Then talk without it Wanna about chicks? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about hits? talk about it Wanna talk about cris? talk about it But when you talk about cash, without it
[Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri (First two overlap the last two lines of the chorus)] Uh huh, oh Yo, yo
Now as the rotates, and my chrome gets bigger, More and girls wanna fuck this nigga Its for a chick not to stick around When I come through town, layin my dick They can tell a true playa by the clothes I wear that I spit, and the length of my hair The I come, the more I cum, get it? What you see now, I been did it Every girl around, I been hit it Cars been kited, since I was And yes, I'm still spendin' Kris Kross creme Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy tell big boy time (look out) Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't me Matter of fact, I even gotta say no more, OH
[Chorus - Dupri]
- Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri)] Na na, (Oh) na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (oh, I want you to your waist for the whistle) Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
[Verse 3 - Malice of It ain't too many things that exceed my Speedboat, floor, let you see underneath But that though, I'm just showing off As I do in the Porshe with the top lost I ain't change the game hash, you know the as, in my wrist, like shattered stain glass I generate them and Grant's Each ear look like a halogen I'm high beamin, at the time leanin', In the butter soft seat that a street thug scheming' 'for we compare paper, get your up I need more points than that, you play with me, Jacob You see me on my back, you see me I'm every color of the spectrum, ROY G. BIV Look dog, get a of how daddy ball Wanna talk about cash? I done said it all
- Jermaine Dupri]
[Hook - Pharrell (Jermaine Dupri) (w/ minor variation)]
- Jermaine Dupri]