The Neptunes - Let's Talk About It lyrics

(Jermaine Dupri) Uh huh, oh Oh, damn baby sh**........... How you get all that in them jeans? Nevermind that, you hear this? It's that Star Trak Clipse, (get down!) So So Def [Verse 1 - Pusha T] Question - ask any n***a Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? (Pharrell Williams) - The rapper! Naw, dawg, go figure With the B-12, I make that straight k**a I flood the block, I hug the Glock I have a whole neighborhood asking a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see Then hit the district pay a visit to Jac-o-b I like my diamonds colored, watch is smothered (me too) Show off at the place of j**els, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got b**hes out for me Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony She 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 s**in', just think, this all came from one question [Hook - Jermaine Dupri] You got a big a** bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby You got a big a** bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about a house? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about j**els? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about money? Don't talk without it Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger More and more girls wanna f** this n***a Hard for a chick not to stick around When I come through town, layin my dick down They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear Game 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 it Every girl around, I been done hit it Cars been kitted, since I was sixteen And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross cream (haha) Big boy moves, big boy shine Big boy watch tell big boy time Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll n***as can't mess with me Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no mo' (Oh) [Hook - 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 reach Speedboat, gla** floor, let you see underneath But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off As I do in the Porshe sho' with the top lost I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain gla** I generate them Franklin's and Grant's Each ear look like a halogen lamp I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin' In the bu*ter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming' 'For we compare paper, get your weight up I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob You see me on my back, you see me live I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV Look dawg, get a load of how daddy ball Wanna talk about cash? Well I done said it all [Hook]