Triple X movie - Are We Cuttin' lyrics

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Song by Pastor Troy (w/ Ms. Jade)<br /><br>

[Intro Pastor Troy]<br>

Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl<br>

Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl<br>

Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl<br>

Ha-ha, ha-ha<br>

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[Chorus CJ (Pastor Troy)]<br>

(Oooooooh) Baby what' your name?<br>

(Oooooooh) Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?<br>

(Hell naw ooooooh) I heard you was from Atlanta<br>

(Oooooooh) But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know<br>

Are we cuttin'?!<br>

Are we cuttin'?!<br>

Are we cuttin'?!<br>

(Oooooooh hell yea, yeah yeah yea)<br>

(Oooooooh she won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight)<br>

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[Verse 1 Pastor Troy]<br>

Yeah, Friday night (yeah), yeah, ballin' homes (yeah)<br>

Got a n*gga smellin' fresh as a rose<br>

Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (yes y'all)<br>

There's a knife, and this is the life<br>

Pastor, ya tell me how ya love that?<br>

Let a n*gga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)<br>

The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)<br>

Baby girl let ya hair down<br>

Show a n*gga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit<br>

I ammm low-key you don't wanna leave (c'mon baby)<br>

You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon)<br>

Let you caress my feet, huh, now what you wanna know?<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Verse 2 Pastor Troy]<br>

Off the chain, damn, damn boo<br>

Where ya been all my lifetime?<br>

Let me fuck ya ?ill the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)<br>

What I do? (whoaa) mind my bizz<br>

No I can't take ya home wit me<br>

Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz<br>

Saturday morn' (damn) damn I'm weak<br>

Knew wassup when you came to the room<br>

Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba!<br>

The truth, shorty got loose<br>

Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Verse 3 Ms. Jade]<br>

What you talkin'?<br>

I, bring heat when it's hawkin<br>

Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand<br>

I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand<br>

I'm, bout to kill it, you, dealin' wit the realest<br>

Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)<br>

Hennessy and the condoms, say they kissin' and grindin'<br>

It's all about the timin'; I, really like vice-versa<br>

But, tonight's much worsa', and um<br>

Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men<br>

Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's<br>

Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy<br>

In a, split second I'm answerin' all questions<br>

You dummies are still convinced how money make you undress<br>

And so tell me<br>

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[Chorus 2x to fade]<br>

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Nely - Stick Out Ya Wrist<br>

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[Nelly]<br>

Uh, uh-oh<br>

Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh<br>

Uh uh uh, c-mon<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

Hey Mister<br>

Stick out ya wrist, how many in this<br>

Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes<br>

I need to see how deep them pockets get<br>

Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit<br>

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[Verse 1]<br>

15 miles an hour, maybe so<br>

You can make it straight from your seat to your front door<br>

You can get a glimpse of the one that they call mo'<br>

Mr. low-pro, fans peepin like der he go<br>

Two lane now, put yo bite on me<br>

Y'all done waited too long, I got a tax ID<br>

Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see<br>

Full coverage on my feet<br>

Hold up, slow it down and let me think about it<br>

Froze up, erraything that you can see around me<br>

My neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine<br>

I done took you best shot, now dirty you hold mine<br>

Got cats goin to jail, tryin to do what I do<br>

I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come through<br>

2-0-2, light grey blue<br>

Stiched in the carpet, you know who-ooh<br>

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[Chorus - Girl]<br>

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[Nelly]<br>

Ok, now let me see ya do it baby<br>

Don't be afraid go now<br>

Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby<br>

Just go ahead and make yo mama proud<br>

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[Verse 2]<br>

Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost<br>

Who the boss, flossin is applesauce<br>

Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday<br>

Now I buy Escalades on birthdays<br>

Lex and Merced eez on deez<br>

E's off these, n-u-t's<br>

I cough and sneeze, for frost bit sleeves<br>

It's not just me, but really my family<br>

You want the run down, keep it poppin to sun down<br>

Dirty come now, I'm a show you who run the town<br>

Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song<br>

When he at home, irrated when the video on<br>

I'm makin ones with them niggas see my ass in the club<br>

Puffin the bud, and spendin a hundred for every dub<br>

What he got in his hand, I'm at it again<br>

But I really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Nelly]<br>

Ok, now let me see ya do it baby<br>

Don't be afraid go now<br>

Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby<br>

Just go ahead and make yo mama proud<br>

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[Verse 3]<br>

You can call me what you want, but call me a come up<br>

Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why)<br>

I'm gonna buy some shit out of herr you ain't never seen<br>

But probly wrist bands, mo denim starched jeans<br>

Diablo boots with the posher string<br>

I'll take a cream-a-team shirt with the bentley sleeves<br>

Four-door swoosh, made by nike<br>

Drop-top jumpan suit by mike e<br>

Got to like my playa, I'm in it for the dough<br>

I'm in it for show, matter fact I'm in it to blow<br>

When I wake up in the mornin, I'll be in it some mo<br>

Garunteed anytime, dial 3-1-4<br>

Do any escargo, gotta S car the go<br>

0 to 60 dirty in four point 0<br>

Second ranking niggas every where dat I go<br>

I got the same, gotta have it, gotta have it for show<br>

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[Chorus-x2]<br>

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[Nelly-x2]<br>

Ok, now let me see ya do it baby<br>

Don't be afraid go now<br>

Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby<br>

Just go ahead and make yo mama proud<br>

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