Stick Out Ya Wrist Testo

[Nelly]
Uh, uh-oh
Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh

Uh uh uh, c-mon

[Toya]
Hey Mister
Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
I need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit

[Nelly]
15 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 mo'
Mr. low-pro,