Are We Cuttin'

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Pastor Troy

Micah LeVar Troy (born November 18, 1977) is an American rapper, actor, and record producer. He is also a member of the hardcore rap group D.S.G.B. (Down South Georgia Boys). more »

Year:

2002

4:56

75 Views

Playlists:

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[Timbaland scratches throughout]

[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]
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Baby what's your name?
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
[PT:] (Hell naw!) Oooooooh
[CJ:] I heard you was from Atlanta
[PT:] Oooooooh
[CJ:] But baby please excuse my manners, I just want to 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

[Verse 1 - Pastor Troy]
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause why'all!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell 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, twerkin wit
I ammm low-key
You don't want to leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't want to go back to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you want to know?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
Off the chain!
Damn! Damn boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me f*ck ya 'til 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 whassup when you came to the room
Talkin about gettin some sleep
She's the, 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
F*ck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
It's all about the timin; I, really like "Vice Versa"

But, tonight's much worser, 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 confessin how money make you undress
And so tell me

[Chorus until fade]

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