[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 what's 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 won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
Got a n**** smellin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?
Let a n**** see that p**** crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance flo' (yeah) that's my s*** (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a n**** what you workin wit, twerkin wit
I ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
Off the chain!
d***! d*** boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me f*** ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
Saturday morn' (d***!) d*** I'm weak
Knew whassup when you came to the room
Talkin about gettin some sleep
She's 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 it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kilos and grams the b**** wit the upper-hand
I'm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest
f*** the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
It's all about the timin; I, really like "Vice Versa"
But, tonight's 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 Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, split second I'm answerin all questions
You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress
And so tell me
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
[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 what's 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 won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
Got a n**** smellin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?
Let a n**** see that p**** crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance flo' (yeah) that's my s*** (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a n**** what you workin wit, twerkin wit
I ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
Off the chain!
d***! d*** boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me f*** ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
Saturday morn' (d***!) d*** I'm weak
Knew whassup when you came to the room
Talkin about gettin some sleep
She's 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 it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kilos and grams the b**** wit the upper-hand
I'm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest
f*** the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
It's all about the timin; I, really like "Vice Versa"
But, tonight's 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 Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, split second I'm answerin all questions
You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress
And so tell me
[Chorus - repeat to fade]