Let's Talk About It (feat. Clipse)

(feat. Jermaine Dupri)
 (Jermaine Dupri)
 Uh huh, oh
 Oh, damn baby
 Shit...
 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 nigga
 Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger?
 (Pharrell Williams) - The rapper!
 Naw, dawg, go figure
 With the V12, I make that straight killa
 I flood the block, I hug the glock
 I 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-b
 I 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 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 sexin', just think, this all came from one question
 (Chorus - Jermaine Dupri)
 You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
 You got a big ass 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 jewels? Lets talk about it
 Wanna talk about money? Dont 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, dont talk without it
 (Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri)
 Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger
 More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
 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 kited, since I was sixteen
 And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme (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 niggas can't mess with me
 Matter 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 reach
 Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath
 But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off
 As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost
 I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as
 Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
 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 butter 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 dog, get a load of how daddy ball
 Wanna talk about cash?
 Well I done said it all
 (Chorus)