Текст песни Clipse f Jermaine Dupri, Pharrell Willia - Let`s Talk About It
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(Jermaine Dupri)Uh huh, ohOh, damn babyShit...........How you get all that in them jeans?Nevermind that, you hear this?It`s that Star TrakClipse, (get down!)So So Def[Verse 1 - Pusha T]Question - ask any niggaRapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger?(Pharrell Williams) - The rapper!Naw, dawg, go figureWith the V12, I make that straight killaI flood the block, I hug the glockI have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)Cause I show `em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac-o-bI like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)I`m too much, got bitches out for meBring `em home, give `em they choice of balconyShe said "We can have more fun", I said "How can we?"Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)All night sexin`, just think, this all came from one question[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it babyYou got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it babyWanna talk about cars? Lets talk about itWanna talk about a house? Lets talk about itWanna talk about jewels? Lets talk about itWanna talk about money? Dont talk without itWanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about itWanna talk about hits? Lets talk about itWanna talk about cris? Lets talk about itBut when you talk about cash, dont talk without it[Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri]Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets biggerMore and more girls wanna fuck this niggaHard for a chick not to stick aroundWhen I come through town, layin my dick downThey can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wearGame that I spit, and the length of my hair (Ok)The more I come, the more I cum, get it?What you see now, I been done did itEvery girl around, I been done hit itCars been kited, since I was sixteenAnd yes, I`m still spendin` that Kris Kross creme (haha)Big boy moves, big boy shineBig boy watch tell big boy timeEverybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya`ll niggas can`t mess with meMatter of fact, I don`t even gotta say no mo` (Oh)[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri][Hook - Pharrell Williams and 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 move your waist for the whistle)Na na na na na na (Come on girl)[Verse 3 - Malice]It ain`t too many things that exceed my reachSpeedboat, glass floor, let you see underneathBut nevermind that though, I`m just showing offAs I do in the Porshe show with the top lostI ain`t change the game hash, you know the name asMalice in my wrist, like shattered stain glassI generate them Franklin`s and Grant`sEach ear look like a halogen lampI`m high beamin, at the same time leanin`In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming`For we compare paper, get your weight upI need more points than that, don`t you play with me, JacobYou see me on my back, you see me liveI`m every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIVLook dog, get a load of how daddy ballWanna talk about cash?Well I done said it all(Chorus)