I'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh And now I know You didn't expect me to go low Now you know From the top to bottom, now that I got you You didn't expect me to just Turn you 'round, spread it out, and put it down I bet he can't do it like me

How dat sound, how dat sound Stick around baby, sit that ass down Stick around baby, stick that ass out Tell me, how dat sound? (Ou, ou) You tellin' me, "Wait for later" Well lil' baby, don't you know I want you now? How dat sound? Them other girls don't

They know what is what But they don't know what is what What, what, what, what, what, what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay

Def jam yeah! (come on) Ruff ryders yeah! (come on) Bloodline, we bout to blow (what!) Ruff ryders, we bout to blow (what!) Vacant lot, we bout to blow (what!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how

I'm going out of my mind, going out on a limb Going out on the town with all my friends I tried a new girl, new look, a new town I didn't get it when you said you'd always stick around You're out in a crown in the dark of the night Saying you'd never

VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We don't abide by the law (No) Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it) I keep a stick for the war (Stick) Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit) Money just stick with the boy You don't know

Yeah, I'll stick with hell no's and headphones To find them, themselves another round But I'll be here in this stranger's room Don't want another drink No, I don't care 'bout what you think But I'll stick with hell no's and headphones 'Cause all of my

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed We've got heads on sticks You've got ventriloquists The rats and children follow me out of town I slip away I slipped on a little white lie Come on kids

Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood Goodbye Hollywood Please don't cry for me When I'm gone for good I thought I had it all figured out I did I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once I