Pastor Troy - Are We Cuttin' Lyrics
(feat. ms. jade)[timbaland scratches throughout][intro: pastor troy]Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girlHa-ha, ha-ha, come here girlHa-ha, ha-ha, come here girlHa-ha, ha-ha[chorus][pt:] oooooooh[cj:] baby whats 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 wanna knowAre we cuttin? ! are we cuttin? ! are we cuttin? ![pt:] oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yeaOoooooohShe wont see tomorrow, if I dont cut tonight[verse 1 - pastor troy]Yeah, friday night (yeah)Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)Got a nigga smellin fresh as a roseGrab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause yall!)Sharp as a knife, and this is the lifePastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?Let a nigga see that ***** crack, where you at? (uh)The dance flo (yeah) thats my shit (yeah)Baby girl let ya hair downShow a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin witI ammm low-keyYou dont wanna leave? (cmon baby)You dont wanna go back to the suite (cmon)Let you caress my feet, huhNow what you wanna know?[chorus][verse 2 - pastor troy]Off the chain!Damn! damn booWhere ya been all my lifetime?Let me ***** ya til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)What I do? (whoaa) mind my bizzNo I cant take ya home wit meBaby girl, it is what it is, show bizSaturday morn (damn!) damn Im weakKnew whassup when you came to the roomTalkin about gettin some sleepShes the, the-truth, shorty got looseSorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute[chorus][verse 3 - ms. jade]What you talkin?I, bring heat when its hawkinCause i, cant stand a man that dont understandIm weighing kilos and grams the ***** wit the upper-handIm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest***** the strawberrys and chocolate (ohh)Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindinIts all about the timin; i, really like vice versaBut, tonights much worser, and umPhilly chick you only travel wit for best of menHand me out atlanta just to see you in your belt and timbsPastor troy, wont you just pass the boyIn a, split second Im answerin all questionsYou dummies are still confessin how money make you undressAnd so tell me[chorus - repeat to fade]
