(feat. ms. jade)
[timbaland scratches throughout]
[intro: pastor troy]
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha
[chorus]
[pt:] oooooooh
[cj:] baby whats your name?
[pt:] oooooooh
[cj:] are you wearin bugle boy jeans?
[pt:] (hell naw!) oooooooh
[cj:] I heard you was from atlanta
[pt:] oooooooh
[cj:] but baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin? ! are we cuttin? ! are we cuttin? !
[pt:] oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She wont see tomorrow, if I dont cut tonight
[verse 1 - pastor troy]
Yeah, friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause yall!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?
Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance flo (yeah) thats my shit (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit
I ammm low-key
You dont wanna leave? (cmon baby)
You dont wanna go back to the suite (cmon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?
[chorus]
[verse 2 - pastor troy]
Off the chain!
Damn! damn boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me fuck ya til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) mind my bizz
No I cant take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
Saturday morn (damn!) damn Im weak
Knew whassup when you came to the room
Talkin about gettin some sleep
Shes the, the-truth, shorty got loose
Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
[chorus]
[verse 3 - ms. jade]
What you talkin?
I, bring heat when its hawkin
Cause i, cant stand a man that dont understand
Im weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
Im, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest
Fuck the strawberrys and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
Its all about the timin; i, really like vice versa
But, tonights much worser, and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Hand me out atlanta just to see you in your belt and timbs
Pastor troy, wont you just pass the boy
In a, split second Im answerin all questions
You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress
And so tell me
[chorus - repeat to fade]
