Count It Off

[Intro: Myra Barnes samples]

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down, get down

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down

[Verse 1: Ms. Jade]

You best come on, get that ass swung on

When dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold on

Make sure it's stick so Ricky ain't droppin' Mickeys

My bitches puts on them quickies, and skirts gets the itchy

Pimpin' this game quickly, and brody and niggas quit me

For cat that talk iffy, get swung on like K. Griffey

They spit willie, though half of the bitches feel me

The other half is trashed, cuz words could never kill me

I got this thick, it's ridiculous how I switch shit

Look who I'm with, 215 and Timbaland, bitch

Whether it's friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde, Cris or Moe

I'm stackin' decimals, stoops, steps and best of yous

I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark

All bite, no bark, play my damn part

I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do

Pimp you, then I'll get rid of you, I'll shit on your whole crew

[Chorus: Lyn Collins samples]

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]

I know it's rare, but niggas they feel me everywhere

I'm from the land of white tees, Dickies and Rocawear

NY guys spit at cats, do-rags

Pop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags

I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck

Atlanta, down south bamma's, you know they get it crunk

Now I'ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on

You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on

Rap game, regardless I stack change

The same affect as the game

Ms. Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name

I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly

Won't stop 'til they kill me

I get it done, rap chicks see me and run

Only mixin' coke with the rum

Ain't scared, niggas be bums

You wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie

Suburbans, Benz or the two seats

Major numbers the first week

[Chorus: Lyn Collins samples, (JAY-Z)]

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

(Uh, come on with it, get down with it)

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

(Uh, come on with it, get down with it)

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]

Yeah, it’s young Vito, voice of the young people

Roc C-E-O, hot piss for the P-O

I’m so trill, the wood pandlin’, handlin’ meals

Twenty inch jumpers from standin’ on my wheels

They can’t understand it, god damnit, he’s ill

Everytime I drive, gotta prescribe ‘em for panic pills

I’m gigantic, the Titanic would never sink

Even with the band playin’, before that happend, that man sprayin’ (Buck!)

AR fifteens, Glocks and tecs

AK’s will pop, I bring ya all out the closet, girls

Niggas is homos really, but when they smokin’ on purple

They get loco, but you know I know the drilly

It’s for these positions, that's why I keep the biscuits

You ain’t Tony Soprano, you pussy, sleep with the fishes

You know I’m reppin’ from that 7-1-8

Shots to you f-in’ son, class over, lesson’s done

Hov’!

[Chorus: Lyn Collins samples]

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

[Outro: Myra Barnes samples]

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down, get down

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down, get down