Virgo

[Intro: Nas & Doug E. Fresh]

Yeah, what! You!

Uh-huh! C'mon!

Yeah (ugh), yeah, what?

Ugh! Nasty Nas, Virgo

Uh-huh

L-L-Ludacris, Virgo

Uh, uh-uh

Doug Fresh (uh-huh-huh!)

As we go, somethin like this

Nasir (C'mon! Ugh!)

[Chorus: Nas]

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?

Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?

Hey, girl, just come and hold my hand

Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo?

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl, though (huh)

I drop you off at Willoughby and Myrtle

Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off

You seen me convince your homegirl, though

[Verse 1: Nas]

Ugh, she says her life is too hard

She says that she wanna come and build with the God

Promise me that she gon' play her part (ugh)

'Cause what I spit, gets straight to her heart

And, she's damn fine, feet Hammer Time, damn, if I mind

Long as the butt bubblin' back in your waistline

I don't waste time (ugh), I gotta get-get on it

Just you and me, two glasses, Silver Patron'ing (ugh)

In the club scene, where I met Ms. Green Eyes (uh-huh)

She walked by askin' me, "Are you Nas?"

(Why?) "If you was I'd be totally twi"

(What's that?) "Totally With It, T-W-I"

Haha, well, here I am, yep, I'm the man

Bartender, put a Cosmo in that girl hand (ugh)

So, here we standing, before I begin

Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem (woo!)

Tongue skills, yeah, I like that (yeah)

Now we on the right track (uh-huh)

Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black (brrrp!)

Ever since then she been yappin' a track

Told her friends, now they hollerin' behind her back, sing!

C'mon! Ugh!

[Chorus: Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh]

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?

Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo? (That's right)

Hey, girl, just come and hold my hand (uh-huh)

Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo? (Tell 'em, tell 'em)

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though

I drop you off at Peachtree and Myrtle (Ugh!)

Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got take your shirt off

You seen me convince your homegirl though (ooh! ooh!)

[Verse 2: Ludacris &  Doug E. Fresh]

Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds

When I stepped up in the club, even my eyes was shinin' (bling)

Little cute thing, said, "What's yo' name?"

I put my necklace in her face and told her "Read the chain!" (woo!)

"Ooh-ooh, so stuck up," told me "Shut the fuck up"

BLAOW! Ludacris in the how-oooh-ouse!

The needle hit the record, they was playin' this song

All the ladies hit the floor and it was uh-uh–on (ugh!)

Live forever like 'Fame', let the Leroys dance

While I'm laid back, chillin' in my b-boy stance (c'mon!)

Could be a little pop lockin', if your girl's top droppin' (yeah)

But watch for cockblockin', on my coochie stock options (woo!)

But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track

Make 'em swip-swap; Nasty N-A-S, pass that

Honey in the black, 'cause I'm feelin' her curves

He looked down at what I had and said, "W-w–word!" (ugh!)

Why only serve one when we can serve up two?

Then at the bachelor pad, doin' what the Virgos do

And these women so shy but get loud undercover

So we can have sex, but I can't be your loverrrrrr

Buck! buck! buck! buck! buck! buck!

Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah, SING! (UGH!)

[Chorus: Doug E. Fresh]

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?

Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo? (c'mon!)

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?

Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo? (ugh!)

We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right!)

I drop you off at Two-Fifth and Lex-o (rmmmm!)

Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got take your shirt off

Seen you convince your homegirl though

Ayo, ugh!

[Outro: Doug E. Fresh]

They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat

Virgo crew, baby, run the streets

So let's go (let's go), let's go (for the beat)

Let's go (Virgo crew), it's the Virgo

Let's go (Nasty Nas), let's go (Ludacris)

And if you don't know, now you know (Doug Fresh!)