How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
How the, how the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
'Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
'Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa

Prada, Gucci
Tell me what you like
Coach bag
With the shoes
To match
Forget the price
Marc Jacob shades
50 karats, all ice
Model in dem jeans for me
Luxury, now that's your life
That's the type of shit I'm on
Let me see you get 'em on
Back it up a bit
Yeah, that's it
'Cause I can see your thong
Caramel skin tone
Damn, you look like Nia Long
Don't be actin' like that lil' mama
'Cause I can leave you 'lone
Mix the lime with that Patron
That's what we drinkin' on
She wanna go out to eat
But me, JD, I'm think home
Just so I can see 'em off
But what the hell, we both grown
Wearin' dem jeans like that
Will make me take trips with you to Rome
Hey now (Hey, hey) hey now (hey)
You know they thick from the STL to the A-Town
Hey now (Hey, hey) hey now (hey)
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby, lay down

[Chorus]
Damn, girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem jeans?
Dem jeans?
How'd you get all that in dem?
Damn, girl
How'd you get all that?
(Is you talkin' to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby, that's what's up

Now, now, now
When walkin', girl
And you make it swirl
It's hard for me not to look
And I want you in my world
Bubbled up (oh)
Pokin' out (hey)
Lickin' my lip, sayin'
Shawty, swing it my way
Damn, ma
How the hell you get all that in?
Dem pants, ma
Hope you ain't up in here with your man, ma
I love it when you wiggle it, shake it
Drop it and do your little dance
True Religion, 7's
Or dem rocking Republics
Or the ones that fit the best
And show it just how we love it
Know just how to hug it
Know just how to cup it
When you walk away, it make me wanna rub it
Hey now (Hey, hey) hey now (hey)
You know they thick from A-Town down to H-Town
Hey now (Hey, hey) hey now (hey)
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby, lay down

[Chorus]

I don't mean to be rude
But I like the way you move
Got 'cha boy in the mood
Let's go back to my jacuzz'
I ain't like them other fools
Gotta play by my rules
Face down
Ass up
Hands off look (oh)
There it go
Don't be scared
Let it show
I like them curves
Make that thing talk
When you walk
I'm slurin' my words
Drop it to the floor, ya heard
Ain't no hatin'
Girl ya hot
I've seen a lot of stallions
But man you workin' with a lot

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : DUPRI, JERMAINE/PHILLIPS, JAMES/BAILEY, HOWARD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group