[Nelly]
  Uh, uh-oh
  Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh
  Uh uh uh, c-mon
  
  [Chorus]
  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
  
  [Verse 1]
  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, fans peepin like der he go
  Two lane now, put yo bite on me
  Y'all done waited too long, I got a tax ID
  Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see
  Full coverage on my feet
  Hold up, slow it down and let me think about it
  Froze up, erraything that you can see around me
  My neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine
  I done took you best shot, now dirty you hold mine
  Got cats goin to jail, tryin to do what I do
  I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come through
  2-0-2, light grey blue
  Stiched in the carpet, you know who-ooh
  
  [Chorus - Girl]
  
  [Nelly]
  Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
  Don't be afraid go now
  Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
  Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
  
  [Verse 2]
  Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost
  Who the boss, flossin is applesauce
  Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday
  Now I buy Escalades on birthdays
  Lex and Merced eez on deez
  E's off these, n-u-t's
  I cough and sneeze, for frost bit sleeves
  It's not just me, but really my family
  You want the run down, keep it poppin to sun down
  Dirty come now, I'm a show you who run the town
  Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song
  When he at home, irrated when the video on
  I'm makin ones with them niggas see my ass in the club
  Puffin the bud, and spendin a hundred for every dub
  What he got in his hand, I'm at it again
  But I really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Nelly]
  Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
  Don't be afraid go now
  Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
  Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
  
  [Verse 3]
  You can call me what you want, but call me a come up
  Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why)
  I'm gonna buy some shit out of herr you ain't never seen
  But probly wrist bands, mo denim starched jeans
  Diablo boots with the posher string
  I'll take a cream-a-team shirt with the bentley sleeves
  Four-door swoosh, made by nike
  Drop-top jumpan suit by mike e
  Got to like my playa, I'm in it for the dough
  I'm in it for show, matter fact I'm in it to blow
  When I wake up in the mornin, I'll be in it some mo
  Garunteed anytime, dial 3-1-4
  Do any escargo, gotta S car the go
  0 to 60 dirty in four point 0
  Second ranking niggas every where dat I go
  I got the same, gotta have it, gotta have it for show
  
  [Chorus-x2]
  
  [Nelly-x2]
  Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
  Don't be afraid go now
  Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
  Just go ahead and make yo mama proud