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• Are We Cuttin' - Pastor Troy
• Are We Cuttin' - Triple X Soundtrack
• Arcaedion - Children Of Nova

Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin' holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin' fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!)
There's a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya take me how ya love that?
Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
I ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
Off the chain
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me fuck ya ?till the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is
Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak
Knew wassup when you came to the room
Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba
The-truth, Charline got loose
Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
What you talkin'?
I, bring heat when it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
I'm, ?bout to kill ityou, dealin' wit the realest
Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
HHnnessy in the convents, say they kissin' and grindin'
It's all about the timin'I, really like vice-versa
But, tonight's much worsa', and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, split second I'm answerin' all questions
You dummies are still convinced how money make you undress
And so tell me
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight
PT Oooooooh
Jade Baby what' your name?
PT Oooooooh
Jade Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
PT (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
Jade I heard you was from Atlanta
PT Oooooooh
Jade But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
Are we cuttin'?
PT Oooooooh
Hell yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh

[Intro Pastor Troy]
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha
[Chorus CJ (Pastor Troy)]
(Oooooooh) Baby what' your name?
(Oooooooh) Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
(Hell naw ooooooh) I heard you was from Atlanta
(Oooooooh) But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?!
Are we cuttin'?!
Are we cuttin'?!
(Oooooooh hell yea, yeah yeah yea)
(Oooooooh she won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight)
[Verse 1 Pastor Troy]
Yeah, Friday night (yeah), yeah, ballin' homes (yeah)
Got a n*gga smellin' fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (yes y'all)
There's a knife, and this is the life
Pastor, ya tell me how ya love that?
Let a n*gga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a n*gga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
I ammm low-key you don't wanna leave (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh, now what you wanna know?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 Pastor Troy]
Off the chain, damn, damn boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me fuck ya ?ill the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
Saturday morn' (damn) damn I'm weak
Knew wassup when you came to the room
Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba!
The truth, shorty got loose
Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 Ms. Jade]
What you talkin'?
I, bring heat when it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand
I'm, bout to kill it, you, dealin' wit the realest
Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy and the condoms, say they kissin' and grindin'
It's all about the timin'; I, really like vice-versa
But, tonight's much worsa', and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, split second I'm answerin' all questions
You dummies are still convinced how money make you undress
And so tell me
[Chorus 2x to fade]
===
Nely - Stick Out Ya Wrist
[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

Am I part of a spreading fire?
Or am I going nowhere?
Will I bleed before I breathe?
Two hands to construct an anthem
And have it build a home
You need to assume control
Arcaedion, I see what you've become
If fate is sold then don't go giving up
Arcaedion, I've been searching all my life
But I couldn't find the robot's eyes
Dream of Novas
Far but listening
Hoping we collide
I fear for the story in which we're calling
"Apocalyptic Ending"
Will the light make you afraid?
Two hands to rebuild a nation
And help this world to grow
When I assume control
Arcaedion, I see what you've become
If fate is sold then don't go giving up
Arcaedion, I've been searching all my life
But I couldn't find the robot's eyes
Arcaedion, I'll save you from your home again
Arcaedion, now I finally will confide that I wouldn't