Ludacris - Check Em Out lyrics

[Hook] Check em out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out (Word up!) Check em out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out (Word up!) Get fresh, get fresh, get fresh Get fresh, get fresh, get fresh Get fresh, get fresh, get fresh (Word up!) [Verse 1 - Vado] Doors closing, hoes be foreclosing Pull up to the curb, drop head, 2-door Rollsing Dior posing, couldn't be more chosen If not, make sure you Warn a Brother, Lyor Cohen Bruce Bowen, tight D, right V Get fresh, cold, we go hard like Mike B The thirteens white and red my mic's be (Check em out, check em out, check em out) Uhh, check em out, a gold? check em out Wear what you wanna wear If you don't care let em out He ain't even have to prepare Coulda swear, suited out Nautica with the zipper The construct boot it out Uh, you know I stay booted out Never dress too cute if I may shoot it out Get you a few sets, tooly in the Louie pouch (Get fresh, get fresh, get fresh) [Hook] [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] There's a reason they ain't wearing these, high Cause it's only one pair of these Watch where you step try and take care of these You can tell how i'm dressed, I'm a rare breed D boy fresh still hard though, 40 belows on Wool cargos, brand new, but I got them last year And my hoody is 100% cashmere, ah When you see me you think dollars Persian lamb, mink collars If it ain't the retros it's high top air force one, ‘Sheed Wallace Thou shall judge but not hate me Polo Mansion, not Macy's I see these boys gonna make me (get fresh, get fresh, get fresh) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ludacris] I stay fresh from my head to my toe nails Mink on my back, b**h riding on my coat-tail Shell shock from my shell toe Adidas And I got so many furs I done pissed off PETA Two seater, all white coupes, diamonds are one of a kind That's an all white suit, get it? Three piece like chicken (Check em out, check em out, check em out) Top billin, what more can I say God dammit I'm stuntin Fresher than a blueberry muffin, hoes love it And when they drop the new J's I'm on it You'd swear I had Michael Jordan living in my closet I dunk on you n***as like a donut Sure enough, your clothes ain't fly and you make me wanna throw up And I'm a down south pimp in the flesh 'cause I… (get fresh, get fresh, get fresh)