Instructions lyrics

[Nate Dogg]
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Don Chi Chi (That's me)
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Don Chi Chi (That's me)
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me

[Jermaine Dupri]
It goes, mirror mirror on the wall

ya want some o'
me ya wanna brawl wit
me i'll show
ya' jd. show ya jermaine
dupri
wit ludacris at my
side welcome
to atlanta is yo' sh*t
right
betta keep it
right bringin' tha
noise rockin' tha party i say
c'mon,c'mon
gonna raise tha roof
i'm livin' proof we gettin' loose like
a hangman's noose i break free
still wanna brawl wit
me well h*ll get outta here.

[Jermaine Dupri] (Freeway)
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Y'all got hate in your blood

[Jermaine Dupri]
Listen
I know y'all niggas want me
I hear y'all niggas plottin'
I see y'all niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top

[Intro]
I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now
Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all?
Could the drummer have some more?
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time
Come on, drummer!

*Beat Drops*

[Jermaine Dupri (Pharrell Williams)]
Uh huh, oh
Damn baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this?
Its that Star Trak

[guy talking]

Ladies and gentleman, I don't know what this is coming down through the
audience. With all his bad looking clothes on and that over-sized hat, and
raggidy clothes and all this stuff. Looks like he just came out of a basement.
Oh I forgot, ladies and gentle man, we have the star of the show this evening,

Uh-huh-uh East coast (yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-huh-uh West coast (Uh-huh-uhhh)
Down in the dirty (where?)
Dirty dirty (aha ha)
C'mon

(Chorus)
(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)

[JD]
uhuh, uh, yo
uhuh, uh yo
See around here
How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin?
Left to right, right to left
uh, its so so def
and uh, yo, let it go

[Chorus: Manish Man]
Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on

[Jermaine Dupri]
(uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Ryde with me now
yeah (haha)
Supafly muthafucka
Yeah (uh uh)

[Jermaine Dupri]
You know how fly I always look
I keep banging and I keep them off the hook
You know about my peeps and all the lady's I be with
The Blue and Blue Mercedes with the rims and kit
You know about my house and carroners in the fridge

mmmm, i'm so bored right now
oh, i should call jermaine
and tell him to come pick me up in the bentley
and take us to the airport
so we can fly on his private jet to paris
and i could pick up these shoes i saw the other day on the way to the spot

Bitch you ain't bored
you out your damn mind
jermaine ain't pickin you up and flyin yo ass no where to pick up some shoes
i'll tell you what

* included on the latter as a bonus track

[Ludacris]

Yeah

Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo'

A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know

The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose

J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme

Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean

well whateva's
on ya mind lemme find
out i'm drop
toppin' and rydin'
out the street thug style outta
compton outta
tha file find me
in the two seata the
deameanor or somethin' like that
baby not
skinny baby
fat somethin' like
that or whateva man i'm a
no man's
land kinda guy
believe i ain't tellin'
no lie i'm fo
real and the fact they
hated hah, yo fake so whateva.

[Chorus][Kandi]
you make me TALK nasty nasty to ya
DREAM about how i wanna do ya
THINK things to think about you bring it out
you show me how to use my tongue
you just some yum yum tasty tasy
and when you take me and take me you bring the freak out in ME

[Da Brat]
i'm freaky freaky
gimme head head
i wanna see how you get down, go down, go down and get fed

[Ludacris]
Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and vogues'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow
Who did it?, it was me I suppose
J-D in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin down old Nat, Gat tooked and lean
I split ya spleen, as matter' fact I split ya team

[J.D. talking]

J.E. y'all, uh, J.D. y'all, that's me

Swizz Beats, come on

[Chorus - Jagged Edge (J.D. talking with chorus)]
What is yours and mine Yeah, uh huh

Break this up, none of that stuff This right here

What is yours and mine Is a story about a nigga

Work too hard, way too much wit a lot of paper

What is yours and mine Ha, ha, and his girl

[Pimpin' Ken]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken

Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided

Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right
Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind

Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind

Check this out bitch, ya understand

[Verse 1 - Gotti]
Ay ma, could we talk about you hoping the flight
No moonwalkin', good to see Gotti, they droppin' the price
Now look at miss hotty, rockin' the ice
Used to be rockin' the Nike's, now it's Prada for life
I'm in the ATL club and wit crazy hoes
Most of 'em hot, but most of 'em J.D. hoes
Ay ma, I wanna know what's poppin'
I'm tryna give you this cock from Rockland's hot man

[Nate Dogg]
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me

[Jermaine Dupri]
It goes, mirror mirror on the wall

Jermaine Dupri (Freeway)]
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Y'all got hate in your blood

[Jermaine Dupri]
Listen
I know y'all niggas want me
I hear y'all niggas plottin'
I see y'all niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top