Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Vocals
Nas
Vocals
Doug E. Fresh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Douglas Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Salaam Remi
Producer
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Jesse Gladstone and Bevin Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
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 2]
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
'Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart
And she damn fine, feet Hammer Time, damn if I mind
Long as the butt bubblin' back at your waistline
I don't waste time, I gotta get-get on it
Just you and me, two glasses, silver Patrón-in'
In the club scene where I met Miss 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"
Well, here I am, yep, I'm the man
Bartender, put a cosmo in that girl hand
So here we standin', before I begin
Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem
Tongue skills, yeah, I like that, now we on the right track
Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black
Ever since then, she been yappin' her trap
Told her friends, now they hollerin' behind her back
Sing
[Verse 3]
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo? (That's right)
Ay, girl, just come and hold my hand
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
Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your homegirl though
[Verse 4]
Now I was so fresh and so fly in diamonds
When I stepped up in the club, even my eyes was shinin' (Bling)
A little cute thing said, "What's your name?"
I put my necklace in her face and told her, "Read the chain"
Ooh, ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up
Ludacris is the in house
The needle hit the record, they was playin' this song
All the ladies hit the floor and it was on
Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance
While I'm laid back, chillin' in my B-boy stance
Could be a little pop lockin' if your girl's top droppin'
But watch for cock-blockin' on my coochie's stock options
But later for the ass-DAQ, 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"
Why only serve one when we could serve up two?
Then at the bachelor pad, doin' what the Virgos do
And these women so shy, but get loud under cover
So we could have sex, but I can't be your lover
Sing
[Verse 5]
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo? (Come on)
Baby girl, won't you come and hole my hand?
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?
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
Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
Seen you convince your homegirl though
[Verse 6]
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, it's the virgo (Virgo crew)
Let's go, let's go (Nasty Nas, Ludacris)
And if you don't know, now you know (Doug Fresh)
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Douglas Davis, Nasir Jones, Salaam Gibbs, Salaam Remi