Wa-wa-wait just a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Yeah, wa-wa-wait just a minute, uh

Wa-wa-wait just a minute
Let that beat rock


Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Yeah y'all, yeah y'all

Let me put somethin in ya ear y'all
Jers' and we finally here y'all
Fresh from Z the borough and Alliyah y'all

Thugs wanna act I dare y'all
Gassed off that haze and the Smirnoff
The answer to questions I hear y'all

Me and that dude don't compare naw
He's one rhyme song
While I'm Nick Cannon folks at my best when the +drumline's+ on

Beef is welcome I'll get my dudes
I'm not A. Houston I won't leave when the help come


Now wa-wa-wait just a minute
I think boo made a mistake just a minute
Two-wayin me like get her in the club

She must got me confused wit a ^!$$% she's $#&@
Cause I don't bring sand to the beach
So they don't get mad when other girls put they hands on me

If I do bring out for all the world to stare
It's cause I think she'll look better than all the girls here


Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute
I think dude's started to hate just a minute
He'll need a few 8-balls to fix those dropped out diamonds a few grades short


Now go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff to get you real high in the air

Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Now wa-wa-wait just a minute

Drop and shake-shake-shake just a minute
Soon as he's about to show hate for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute


We gon do it like yeah y'all, yeah y'all
Let me put somethin' in ya ear y'all

Somethin' that you might wanna hear y'all
What's with all the tough looks and the stares for?
Yeah I'm a boss so I'll always have hate

Why you playin' in the hood like you'll always have weight
Streets is fulla rats just waitin' to send you back
And we call 'em +fat man+ cause he's always wit Jake


Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute
I think that watch is fake just a minute

Both got Jacob's here's that ain't ya fault
Your bezel slim, mine's a lil' thicker
Diamonds in mine is just a lil' bigger

Your be's plastic mine's is all glitter
I keep it hot, but I'm like A-Rod
I'm the best but I let dude keep my spot


Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Get smacked wit the back of the 8 just a minute

Keep hearin' what dude said in the street
One elevator ride y'all are dead to beat
Yep it's me, wave to haters

Cause I'm like Arnold drop the guns and they made me Mayor
So next time they throw hate for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute


Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air

Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Now wa-wa-wait just a minute
Drop and shake-shake-shake just a minute
Soon as he's about to show hate for a minute

Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute

Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Go on put ya hands high in the air

Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute