Dead Wrong

Ms. Jade

Nate Dogg

Timbaland

We head strong, we head strong

We head strong, we head strong

Ms. Jade

Nate Dogg

Timbaland

We head strong, we head strong

We head strong, fricky-fricky, Ms. Jade

Got all, pimp in my walk

Pimp in my talk y'all don't wanna start

**** can't never play they part

So I quit dealin' wit y'all and throw away the cars

I ain't got to price them things

Keep it comin, cops rollin like them things

Get 'em for their cash and things

Then a bitch til it's empty then we trash them things

Buyin up all the bar

Strummin like strings on a guitars

Think one minute I'ma buy the broad

Now you can steady stop gleamin the floor

I spit shit for the drops

In a square bench truck **** blastin The LOX

Better dial up the cops

Wait till they come I'm a show you what I got

Head strong

End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong

Rest of my chrome

Once I get my paper, I'm gone, same song

I pay for your dome

Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong

I gotta hold on

Cos **** in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong

I been in the hood, hood

Been to the islands, been to the woods, woods

Smoked by the lake, lake

Seen **** love me, seen **** hate, hate

Let me freak it one time, time

Same in the dark and the same in the light, light

Little ghetto girl grind, grind

Like a fiend for the white in the heat of the night, night

Get your weight up today

Dead wrong grown still playin them games

Hustle for boots, jewels and chains

Oops my Betty ain't part of the game

I got friends in the front

Fo's in the back, Nate Dogg in the 'lac

Timbaland on the track

Bubba Sparxxx, Petey Pab and Sebast in the back

Head strong

End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong

Rest of my chrome

Once I get my paper, I'm gone, same song

I pay for your dome

Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong

I gotta hold on

Cos **** in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong

Why these **** hate hard

Spit many flows, many styles, comin way hard

Never was known as a thug but you say you are

These hoes be walkin round broke thinkin they superstars

Them things they get in cars, oh naw!

Never been here before

But if you want a war you better make sure

Dog that you all the way down to the floor

Trust, have you haul-assing out of the door

Gotta break lanes

They spittin pork that ain't beef they don't say names

It's Ms. Jade motherfucker, I will break Danes

I'm from the 'hood born and raised I can take pain, name

I can take pain, name

See it ain't that I'm great

And it ain't that I'm paid

And it ain't that I'm ?

I'm a bitch just came out the cage

And You know you dead wrong so you ought to be afraid

Head strong

End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong

Rest of my chrome

Once I get my paper, I'm gone, same song

I pay for your dome

Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong

I gotta hold on

Cos **** in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong

Head strong

End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong

Rest of my chrome

Once I get my paper, I'm gone, same song

I pay for your dome

Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong

I gotta hold on

Cos **** in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong

Ah, ah, you dead wrong

Ah, you dead wrong, oh

Ah, ah, you dead wrong

You dead