Chingy Dem Jeans (Feat. Jermaine Dupri) Lyrics

[Verse 1 (Chingy)]
Prada, Gucci, tell me what you like
Coach bag with the shoes to match, forget the price
Marc Jacob shades 50 carats all ice
Model in dem jeans for me, luxury now that's your life
That's the type of s___ I'm on
Let me see you get them on
Back it up a bit, yeah that's it
Cuz I can see your thong
Caramel skin tone
d___ you look like Nia Long
Don't be actin like that lil mama
Cuz I can leave you 'lone
Mix the lime with that Patron
That's what we drinking on
She wanna go out to eat
But me JD I'm thinkin 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 now
You know they thick from the STL to the A-Town
Hey now, hey now
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down

[Chorus (Chingy)]:
d___ Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?
How'd you get all that in dem?
d___ Girl
How'd you get all that?
(Is you talking 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

[Verse 2 (Jermaine Dupri)]:
Now, now, now
When you walkin' girl
And you make it swirl
It's hard for me not to look
and I want you up in my world
Bubbled up (oh)
poking out (Hey)
Licking' my lips saying
Shawty swing it my way
d___ 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 ma
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 now
You know they thick from ATL down to H-Town
Hey now, hey now
Let me help you with dem jeans, baby lay down

[Verse 3 (Chingy)]:
I don't mean to be rude but I like the way you move
Got your boy in the mood, let's go back to magic cruise
I ain't like them other fools, gotta play by my rules
Face down, a__ up, pants off, look (ooh)
There it go don't be scared
Let it show it, I like them curves
Make that thing talk, when you walk
I'm slurring my words
Drop it to the floor, ya heard
Ain't no hating girl got to sing it
Like the style but man you working them a lot.

[Chorus (Chingy){x2}]:
d___ Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?
How'd you get all that in dem?
d___ Girl
How'd you get all that?
(Is you talking 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