[Intro: Timbaland]
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

[Verse 1: Ms. Jade]
Got all, pimp in my walk
Pimp in my talk y'all don't wanna start
Niggas 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 nigga blastin The LOX
Better dial up the cops
Wait till they come I'm a show you what I got

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
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 niggas in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong

[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]
I been in the hood, hood
Been to the islands, been to the woods, woods
Smoked by the lake, lake
Seen niggas love me, seen niggas 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

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
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 niggas in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong

[Verse 3: Ms. Jade]
Why these niggas 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

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
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 niggas 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 niggas in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong

[Outro: Timbaland]
Ah, ah, you dead wrong
Ah, you dead wrong, oh
Ah, ah, you dead wrong
You dead