[Intro: Chingy & Jermaine Dupri]

You already know, ha-ha, Slot-a-Lot, So So Def

And if you're a bad chick get on the floor and—

How the, hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?

(Bounce, bounce, bounce)

How the how the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?

(If you're a bad chick get on the floor and bounce)

Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa

(Yeah, Y’all know what this is, So So Def)

Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa

[Verse 1: Chingy]

Prada, Gucci? Tell me what you like

Coach bag with the shoes to match, forget the price

Marc Jacob shades, 50 karats all ice

Model in them jeans for me, luxury, now that's your life

That's the type of shit I'm on

Let me see you get ’em on

Back it up a bit, yeah, that's it, ‘cause I can see your thong

Caramel skin tone

Damn, you look like Nia Long

Don't be actin’ like that lil' mama, ‘cause I can leave you alone

Mix the lime with that Patrón, that’s what we drinkin’ on

She wanna go out to eat, but me, JD, I'm thinkin' home

Just so I can see 'em off, but what the hell we both grown

Wearin' them jeans like that will make me take trips with you to Rome

[Pre-Chorus: Chingy]

Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)

You know they thick from the STL to the A-Now

Hey now (Hey, hey), hey now (hey)

Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down

[Chorus: Chingy]

Damn girl

How'd you get all that in

Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?

How'd you get all that in Dem?

Damn girl

How'd you get all that?

(Is you talking to me?)

Yeah, you

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on

Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on

Bet you had to lay back on the be just to zip 'em up

Am I right?

(You right)

Baby that's what's up

[Verse 2: Jermaine Dupri]

Now. Now. Now

When walkin' girl

And you make it swirl

It's hard for me not to look and I want you in my world

Bubbled up (Oh)

Poking out (Hey)

Lickin' my lip saying, shawty swing it my way

Damn, Ma, damn, Ma

How the hell you get all that in dem pants ma

Hope you ain't up in here with your man ma

I love it when you wiggle it, shake it

Drop it, and do your little dance

True Religion, 7's or dem rocking Republics

Or the ones that fit the best and show it just how we love it

Know just how to hug it

Know just how to cuff it

When you walk away it make me wanna rub and say

[Pre-Chorus: Chingy & Jermaine Dupri]

Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)

You know they thick from the ATL to the H-Town

I'm saying, hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)

Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down

Come on

[Chorus: Chingy]

Damn girl

How'd you get all that in

Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?

How'd you get all that in Dem?

Damn girl

How'd you get all that?

(Is you talking to me?)

Yeah, you

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on

Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on

Bet you had to lay back on the be just to zip 'em up

Am I right?

(You right)

Baby that's what's up

[Verse 3: Chingy]

I don't mean to be rude

But I like the way you move

Got your boy in the mood

Let's go back to my jacuzz'

I ain't like them other fools

Got to play by my rules

Face down, ass up, pants off, look (ooh)

There it go, don't be scared

Let it show it, like them curves

Make that thing talk, when you walk, I'm slurring my words

Drop it to the floor, ya heard

Ain't no hating girl, ya hot

Like the style but man you working them a lot

[Chorus: Chingy]

Damn girl

How'd you get all that in

Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?

How'd you get all that in Dem?

Damn girl

How'd you get all that?

(Is you talking to me?)

Yeah, you

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on

Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on

Bet you had to lay back on the be just to zip 'em up

Am I right?

(You right)

Baby that's what's up