Текст песни:

[Sports personalities]
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from ′93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We got a crowd that′s in a frenzy Bob
Let′s go down to the announcers for the start of the game

[Stadium announcer]
And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem

[Hook: (paraphrasing "The Jeffersons")]

I say the fish don′t fry in the kitchen
Beans don′t burn on the grill (that′s right)
It took a whole lot of tah-ryin
Just to get up that hill
I said but now we′re up in the BIG LEAGUES
My dirty it′s our turn at bat
And just as long as we livin, it′s Lunatics playa
It ain′t nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up

[St. Lunatics]
I′m the first to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top ′em, Optimo
First base, god livin like a worst race
First chase, throw yo′ people and yo′ kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo′ mind
It′s about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Sittin strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don′t understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, with this world today
With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn′t fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that′s in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause we′s be in the big league
Cause we′s be in the big leauge

[Hook]

[Nelly]
Well you should see me now, I′m eatin Wheaties now
I′m stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for runnin the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any ground
Rules ′fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain′t no shame in my game, that normal shit ain′t my thang
If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show ′em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make ′em get down

[Hook]

[Sports personalities]
Well bob this next young batter on deck
He′s still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It′s a great day though)
A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name′s umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin)

[Murphy Lee]
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I′m like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees
I′ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill′
I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappin
Money, money, money, money what′s happenin
I′m comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And the ′tic is who I came with
You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

[Hook]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

I was out in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some niggas in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some girls from the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Lot of fuckers in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
And they all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)

Hey yo I represent that dirty E and T all the way
But I′m a rip this shit up like I′m straight from the bay
But no it ain′t this diggity one from back in the day
It′s the diggity diggity dirty one you call him Nelly
Leanin′ on his fella′s with his cellular phone
You can tell that the St. Lou was his home
More mail than the rest of them rappers
′Cause they get more stompin′ than the gappers
And that′s why Ice click was it
First name St., last name Tex
Hair brothers in their name Murphy Key
Slow had a mass, Sidia Ali
Old school rap, call it cranberry
Up in the abyss where home ′eef all day
Orange juice mixed with the Tanguaray
Hey, what can I say

I was out in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some niggas in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some girls from the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Lot of fuckers in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
And they all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)

Who you think this is
This ain′t short, this St. Louis
Goin′ to the mat, ma, that′s my biz
Life′s too short baby catch my drift
I was cold not long ago
Nelly don′t stop that rap
If you do it well enough
She just might bring it back
And I yelled out (biatch)
I go on and on
Baby girl skills on the level of porn
A freaky tail that I met out on tour
Mamma was there like lean on horn
Short then said I got a dirty mouth
Sometimes that might be true
Well I′m the CEO of dirty mayn
So I ain′t tipping off you

I′m just out in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some niggas in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some girls from the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Lot of fuckers in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
And they all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)

I could bring 50, with a yellow A
Yeah I′m from the Lou but today I′m reppin′ bay
With the yellow tape, he ain′t gettin′ far
Mirror in my pocket so I practice lookin′ hot
And you don′t want to be around when them boys pullin′ out them thangs
All my nigga′s is pimps man, they all carrying canes
I met this girl up in the club she told me call her Wassie
Red bone hip with a bangin′ ass body
Now izza, na izza, should I say wha?
Think about it, no way
Look up in the sky, it′s a bird, it′s a plane
What′s a crew name, Dirty ET mayn
I just want to know (know)
Tell me when to go (go)
Prices on the cavi, but I can get it low
Pocket full of fetty and sippin′ that herokay
So just sprinkle with me

I was out in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some niggas in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Met some girls from the (bay bay bay bay bay)
Lot of fuckers in the (bay bay bay bay bay)
And they all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all go (dum dum dum dum dum dum)
They all get (dum dum dum dum dum dum)

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Akon, Ashanti)

[Chorus: Akon (Ashanti)]
The way that you′re walkin, the way that you′re talkin - talkin
You′re the one I wanna spend this night with
Tryna get in them drawers and bang it out ′til the mornin - the mornin
(Ahhhhhhh) I can already tell you want it
Cause you′re shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
Rubbin that (body on me)
Keep on shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
Rubbin that (body on me)

[Nelly]
I′m lovin that! Uh, uh
Hey how you doin mama? I need to know your name
You givin me the eye eye, I′m givin you the same
It just hit me right now, what we should do today
Go tell your friends bye-bye, and let′s go hop a plane
It′s no mistaken, the attraction′s ironic
I wanna make you someone more than just a bone in my closet
I wanna win that, type of relationship
Where you gon′ wanna come hang when your man done tripped
You say you short this month, and you′re late on your rent
He took your car, what you mean? Hold this
Yea-yayyy, sing, whoahhhh
You see, lil′ mama outta control, and I′m just sayin

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
I′m lovin that!
Shorty movin closer, and closer
And slower, and lower, yeah
I think she know she makin me hard
Got every man in the buildin like, "Oh my God"
She, slicker than lodi-dodi, she work her body body
When you done hurr at the party, meet me down there in the lobby
And I′ll be waitin on ya, ain′t no debatin on ya
I got a seat for ya, we can let the top back and goooooo
We don′t have to stop girl, noooooo
I got a lil′ somethin I wanna sho wwwwww
Believe me, you′re strong
Lil′ mama please don′t make me wait too long (yea-yayyy)

[Chorus]

[Ashanti]
Now I see you′re lookin at my body babe
And now you wanna come and put it on me
If I gave it to you could you promise me
that you could make it feel like it never did
Cause I see you (I see you) and you see me (you see me)
Now if I please you (I please you) could you please me (you please me)
Now I ain′t the one in no relationship
And I ain′t tryna be the other chick
I know you want it

[Chorus]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.
Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.

You can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs,
Smoking dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff.
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed,
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs.
And it′s all because, accumulated enough stretch,
Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome.
And it′s candy painted, fans fainted,
While I′m entertaining, wild ain′t it.
How me and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit),
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha.
I′m from the Loop and I′m proud, run a mile for the cause,
I′m righteous above the law, playa my style′s raw.
I′m "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw, forget the fame, and the glamour,
Give me D′s wit a rubber hammer.
My grammar be′s ebonics, gin tonic and chronic,
Fuck bionic it′s ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx.
Lunatics til the day I die, I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics.

Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.
Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.

Who say pretty boys can′t be wild niggas, loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas,
Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga.
How nigga, ask me again it′s going down nigga,
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga.
Pound nigga, what you be givin when I′m around nigga,
Frown niggas, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga.
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now,
Hey I′m, ready to cut you up any day now.
Play by, my rules boo and you gon stay high,
May I, answer yo third question like hey I.
Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma,
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town,
K.C. Motown to Alabama, L-A, New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana.
All my niggas wit Country Grammar, smokin blunts in Savannah,
Blow thirty mill like I′m Hammer.

Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.
Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.

Let′s show these cats to make these milli-ons,
So you niggas quit acting silly, mon, my Kid quicker than Billy, mon.
Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly mon,
Specially off Remi, mon, keys to my Beemer, mon.
Holla at Beenie Man, see me, mon,
Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon.
Through U-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice niggas,
Sheist niggas, who snatch yo life nigga, trife niggas.
Who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, ice nigga,
All over close to never sober.
From broke to havin dough, ′cause my price Range is Rover,
Now I′m knockin like Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now.
Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in, we spin now,
I got money to lend my friends now, we in now.
Candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now (Whoo!),
Fuckin lesbian twins now, seein now, through the pen I make my ends now.

Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.
Hmm, I′m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover,
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go.
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now,
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now.

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is y′all ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[Nelly]
I′ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco′s (alright)
Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws
I draft ′em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo′, and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo′"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I′ll be right back; yeah that′s my very next line
I use it - time after time, when I′m speakin my mind
It′s no matter if I′m shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the ′tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit
But ain′t nobody else droppin shit like this
Should we apologize? Nah fuck ′em, just leave ′em pissed, HEY!

Chorus: repeat 2X

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What′s poppin tonite?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery′night

[Nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
Some say I′m wrong, but fuck it I′m grown, nigga
If you ain′t bout money then best be gone, nigga
I′m fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don′t be scared boo, go ′head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an
Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours
Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!

Chorus

[Nelly]
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho′s mouth, I ain′t picky
Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?
Don′t make me pull that fo′-fo′ ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty, project mo′ wrapped up than Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you′ll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
+Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the ′tics in Maui, HEY!

Chorus

[Nelly]
St. Louis y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y′all

Chorus (to fade + ad libs)

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen)
(This is a Jazze Phizzle productshizzle)

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

Since that cop can′t see his eyes, who could it be?
With the newest STL or who that but me
Who else with us behind the the tint or the new GT
The continental on blow got them feeling real glo
Till they stomachs stick to, furr real, they grossed out
19′s I come, 22′s poke out
Just to see when they roll out, I′m killin the folks now
His money just chingy, my money it fold out
Man, this happened vegas, and they hit me for a mil′ worth
How many rappers man can tell you what a mil′ worth
All my life damn worryin bout a meals worth

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

(Yo yo yo)
I′m def′er than Jermaine, you could say I′m so so
Player taylor made, thats a no no
Sure it a ′aftermath′, but I ain′t a doctor
Squad full of ′BG′s′, city full of them choppas
Way more ′Game′ than the kid with the G-Unit
Cracks by the gram an hour, thats a G-Unit
Like Ciara when I′m keeping the ′Goodies′
Cuz′ I′m Jazzy like Pha with a tank in the Hoody
I′m Like..

Yea, you need to make your mind up
Ain′t see her by now, you ain′t gon′ find her
She looks good, but she looks finer
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Yea, King- Laker, you ain′t gotta know
Baggette you so real, cuz you gotta know
Got the type that make ya baby momma OD
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

Okay, now let me see you do it baby,
Okay, don′t be afraid go now
And don′t be ashamed of how you do it baby,
Just (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

You see I′m tired of playin games with
Niggaz with money names
For real money, you lame
I put your money to shame
Ha, this ain′t cynical
(Naw) This ain′t subliminal
I′m physical, financial and mental to be a general
Why the momma types you want a {soldier}
Not the type that in the tank but in the {Rover}
Yea man you at the game orderin refreshments
I′m on the floor watching my investment
Buttoned up, some call it grown up look
I like to call it havin money that fold up look
That Don Perignon, Chrystal cold up look
Got her (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Nelly Talking]
Free City
This is a shout out to every young brother ya know
Thats doin his thing right now
Keep ya head up...
He′s walkin the yard
Wishin he had wings
Ya know so he could fly up out that joint
Man

[Intro]
If I could, fly away
Ooo and I wouldn′t come back no more
I, I′d turn around,
Just to see you for the last time,
See, now I know
Hey, that it won′t be easy
I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far
I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard

[Verse 1]
Man, it′s the longest yard I ever had to get in my life
And see my life ain′t right, if my wife don′t write
My niggas cant eat if the fish don′t bite
My raise the gross sales, like Mike and Ike
Now big brother almighty
I keep a gamma ray, i′ma G-5 G
Take a G-5 jeep, G-5 deep
To some of their bare feet
And that jeep don′t speak
Listen mayne they lock it down round herre
See body bag and gag and your found round herre
This as serious as it sound round herre
The guards guard the ground, 4 pounds round herre
And they ain′t playin, they′re just lettin you know
That anything they want to happen, nigga happen real slow
Get the word from upstairs, put you in that hole
I cant take it, I′m just ready to go

[Chorus]
If I could, fly away
Ooo and I wouldn′t come back no more
I, I′d turn around,
Just to see you for the last time,
See, now I know
Hey, that it won′t be easy
I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far
I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard
Yeah yeah, its still the longest yard
Uh uh, its still the longest yard
Um um, its still the longest yard
I done fought in a battle and I done made it this far

[Verse 2]
I′m in my cell 20 hours a day
And doin push-ups ever hour a day
Cause I’m tryin to keep the cobwebs away
That′s why I’m markin off the calendar days
Tryin to get it out of the way
And I’m just tryin to keep a piece of mine
And I’m gon shame a motherfucker with a piece of mine
Cause he tryin to take a piece of mine
So I’m gon slice his ass a piece at a time
But now that they close the door
Lock me in and cell 30 deep but its built for 10
Tell me what kind of world they got you in
With the barbed wire fences, box u in
From now, til they turn off the lights
I′ma read anything in sight
Its kinda hard tryin to read at night
But I′ma change my life
And hope another brother take this flight

[Chorus]
If I could, fly away
Ooo and I wouldn′t come back no more
I, I′d turn around,
Just to see you for the last time,
See, now I know
Hey, that it won′t be easy
I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far
I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard
Yeah yeah, its still the longest yard
Uh uh, its still the longest yard
Um um, its still the longest yard
I done fought in a battle and I done made it this far

[Verse 3]
(Oohh no) I gotta make it out this place some how
(Oohh no) Man I really believe that I done turned it around
(Oohh no) You see, all I need is that second chance to show,
since I crossed the ration, my obligation of rehabilitation
(Oohh no) They can punch me high, and they can kick me low
(Oohh no) But I mean its gonna take more than that for them to break my soul
(Oohh no) Man its hard for people to understand what its like to be,
Gated, incarcerated,
I just cant take it,
But I′ma make it man to see better days

[Chorus]
If I could, fly away
Ooo and I wouldn′t come back no more
I, I′d turn around,
Just to see you for the last time,
See, now I know
Hey, that it won′t be easy
I done fought in a battle, and I done made it this far
I gotta few more feet, but its still the longest yard
Yeah yeah, its still the longest yard
Uh uh, its still the longest yard
Um um, its still the longest yard
I done fought in a battle and I done made it this far

[Hook]
If I could fly away,
If I could I turn around,
If I could fly away

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Lil′ Wayne)

[talking through megaphone]
Yo, uh, you didn′t see this one comin did ya
All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.
Nelly-Nel and Lil′ Wayne

[Nelly]
On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!)
You know it and these cats hate it
I got nothing outdated
If it is it′s self rated
S-class wit everything voice-activated
Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it
Paid wit big faces; if it′s broke then replace it
Now it′s like that; Purple Haze and Cognac
On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back

[Lil′ Wayne]
I represent them street niggas
When they get hot, carry the heat niggas
Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas
You livin on the edge Fleet nigga
That′s why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga
Ain′t nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4′s in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin
Walk through you house wit my iron now when

[Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)]

This is for my niggaaassss
Who be keepin it tight
Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchessss
Wit the style and grace
Who ain′t hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face

[Nelly]
I ain′t bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen
And she ain′t a nonadeada my niggas then I′m splitin
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump +Nore+ number six, "bitch give me some head"
And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist
Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips
And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot
Bout ta tell ya the truth
I′m more focused I′m born in the Lou′

[Chorus]

[Lil′ Wayne]
I ain′t no busta nigga
Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here
You don′t make out alive very often up in here
I′ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
I′m a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna
I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna
Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers
Weezy-wez partna

[Nelly]
Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle
Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle
Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn′t know
If you was the Jackie Frost why didn′t you say so
Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me
Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week
Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet
Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin′ freaks

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss

[talking through megaphone]
Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha
We know ya didn′t see that one comin
Uh, uh ee-yah
Uh, uh wodie

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Fat Joe]
Crack! Yeah, Scott Storch y′all
Dirty, Crack! C′mon

[Chorus One: Nelly]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
I said it′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
I got that plat no limit American Express card
Mami you can get whatever you like
Plus I got that all-black Phantom it′s tinted on four sides
Go ′head kiss it, they can′t see us inside
Mami tell me do you like - it, I know you like - it
It′s written all over your face don′t fight - it
You like - it, more than I like - it
So put it all over your face don′t bite - it
From rags to riches, club packed with bitches
Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious (muah)
And we can get it poppin in the bathroom
Don′t be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him
Then we can all fuck
It′s like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all struck
Ao www! We pissy drunk off of Seraphim
I′m up in V.I.P. and these bitches are screamin let me in

[Nelly]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus Two: Nelly]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
It′s two up in the mornin now, and I′m tryin to go home wit′chu
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
Ha ha, yeah, uhh, yo, uh
Get it poppin, go ′head and drop it
It′s written all over your face, don′t stop it
Just drop it, more like it′s hot miss
Kick in the do′ with the fo-fo messin with Joe
Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I
put a drink on it and I came right back
She would never talk to a lame like that
In my ear screamin how you got a name like Crack
Crack - similar to Mike Jones
Hear my name enough, then I′m takin you home
Ao wwwwww! You know I walk with I talk with
I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you′re gone
What I look like, not takin at least
three to six women out the club with me
Now we back to the fuck pad, call it the fuck pad
Cause all these bitches fuckin with me, talk to ′em dirty

[Nelly]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus Three: Nelly, Fat Joe]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)

Well it′s two up in the mornin and, them niggaz try′n hate on your crew
Nigga what′chu gon′ do? (I′ma get get get it poppin)
Yeah what′chu gon′ do? (I′ma get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion
What′chu call it - suicide, it′s a suicide
And if them niggaz talk shit cause they drunk off that potion
They commitin - suicide, it′s a suicide
Let′s get it poppin my niggaz (Cook, yo)
I got a shotty my niggaz (oh, Lord)
I feel sorry for your mudda, give a fuck what you say
Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape

[Chorus Four: Nelly]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
It′s four up in the mornin now, and I′m tryin to go home wit′chu
Girl what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
What′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
C′mon

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, it′s Crack! (What′chu gon′ do)
Cafe {?}, all my people in there partyin
All the party people across the world
Ladies, "Things of that Nature"

@ Nelly