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Текст песни:

(feat. St. Lunatics)

[City Spud]
Yo, ′for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal
I′m the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga
And if I got beef I let the whole world know it
So if you got beef let the whole world know it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It′s the chance for your big career, don′t blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain′t finished talkin ′bout it ′till ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I′m hot son, yo that′s why I carry hot guns
I′m on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna′ find misses
Yo I′m gettin head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad ′cause they riches ain′t like my riches

[Murphey Lee]
A yo, I′m Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, vocal ? and wallabies
I smoke la like ? it got me boomin like bad-a-bing
Rap, don′t gotta sing ′cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
? long, head at night, head in the morn
Lunatic, five strong, king kong′s are writin songs
Cats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
Same crew now, it′s too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin always sayin they too proud
If I ruled the world, I do now
Me and the ′Tics ′bout to rack ′em and move the crowd

[Hook - (Lunatics) 2x]
Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

[Ali]
I rip grass and smash, with a 44 mag
This nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash
Nigga ?? hurt ′em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin trash ′bout whoopin my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get his brains blew back with a new gat
Yellin "true that", hollowtips is goin cleeeeean through that
And I didn′t have to get my whole team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to score on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weak
We be ??? , Jackie Frost, ???
Danny Terrio, ?? shows to the Motorola
Money hold up, whippin the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin, I′m paid, so controllin y′all
Yiggidy yes y′all like Das EFX, I′s be next
To rep that Midwest, it′s sets and projects

[Keyaun]
Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes
′Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake
I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I′m sellin CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake
Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate
First you caught a case, second you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin on them ′Tics, huh, they gon′ be late
In your house with your spouse I′m doin the nasty
I′m a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays
Branson and hashy, ?? and wrap somethin
And burn the place, ya heard me

[Nelly]
Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the back door, infrared low
Tell me somethin that I don′t already know
Like, which one of these closets contain cash flow
Got three little problems I just thought you should know
Peep, I′m addicted to ′yes′ and I′m allergic to ′no′
I′m obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon′ blow
Heard through the grapevine you lookin for me
Couldn′t be, ′cause if it was you would be bookin from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3
Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"
Back the car up, pop the trunk now
Can ya hold ya breath ′cause I′ma flood this town
That ass scream "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"

[(Hook) 1 1/2x]

@ 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

Текст песни:

(feat. Ciara, JD)

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
Uhh... (ooooooh)
Uhh, ha ha (uh, uh, listen)
Y′all know what this is! (let′s go)

[Nelly {J.D.}]
We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall (mall)
Just so we could be the first ones with ′em on {c′mon}
Returned to school by lunchtime like, "Nigga what now?"
And today we in the club like, "Nigga what now?"
You better look down cause uhh, I know you see ′em {say what?}
I know you see ′em {say what?} I know you see ′em
I paid - a thousand for the jeans, I paid 200 for the shoes
And uhh, fuck a shirt, I′ma rock these tattoos (and uh)
You see my fitted mayne, I represent the crib
Cause even at the crib, I represent the crib
I, might pop my grill in - and I, might let my chain hang
And I, might wrap my wrist dang {go on derrty do the damn thang}
I get ′em free {say what} but I pay
And if I want I rock a different year of J′s e′ry day (uhh)
A different style, different color is a must
But uhh, it′s all good until I get my first scuff and I′m like

[Chorus: Nelly {w/ J.D. ad libs}]
Hell naw, ain′t no way (what′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (what?)
Stepped on my J′s, he done stepped on my J′s
These just came out! He done stepped on my J′s (uhh)
Hell naw, ain′t no way (what′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (what?)
Stepped on my J′s, he done stepped on my J′s
I can′t believe this shit! He done stepped on my J′s

[Jermaine Dupri]
Uhh, I-I-I got ′em all (got ′em all) but they don′t get no run
Like them 13′s, 7′s, number fo′ and the 1′s
I like, how they look with Dickies, how do Levi lay on ′em?
If you ain′t got ′em when you see me you definitely gon′ want ′em
If they knew I gotta get ′em first, old as a copper box
Hook ′em with a shirt, and the matchin color socks
I think the coldest was the black on black with leathers with the red bottom
Or the number 9′s, you shoulda seen me when I got ′em
I was in my house (in my house) dancin in the mirror
Straight thinkin ′bout gettin out and how I′m ′bout to kill ′em
When you know you got a pair that ain′t nobody got (body got)
You can′t hold ′em back homie, you gotta rock (you gotta rock)
I′m a addict, a Jordan fanatic, little Morris Blackman{?}
I know when they comin, number, color, e′rything that′s happenin
You know, a different style, a different color is a must
But uhh, it′s all good until I get my first scuff and I′m like

[Chorus]

[Ciara]
I-I-I, I see you lil′ daddy you look sexy with them J′s on
I pull up in the drop, and step out, with them things on
I got me the black and pink - patent leather with the grey
Matchin with the skinny jeans - off with the shades
I know you see me (I know you see me) my jeans be never slippin (slippin)
The paparazzi, I might stop and take a picture in ′em
Yeahhhhh, we be fresh every day
And if you lookin for me lil′ daddy you can find me in the A! A! A! A!

[Nelly {J.D.}]
I got the red toe 1′s, uhh
{Then I bought the} 2′s {and the} 3′s {and the} 4′s {uhh}
I had to order these, you can′t find them in the store {nope}
Called up my stylist like, "Shorty send more"
And if you would please send ′em to me out on tour
{Uh-uh, uh-uh} They be here in a minute mayne
See I got that connect where I can damn near get like anythang
Plus all my hoes on ′em, then I′ma stroll on ′em
I call my hook-up at the store like "Put a hold on ′em"
Them Carolina number 9′s matchin patent leather wristbands
Patent leather number 11′s, we call ′em Space Jams
You in my space man, I′ma make you jump man
I′ll make you jump, the jump, the jump jump man
See on my weekends, my J′s play a part
I′m rockin these to the club and these to the park
I′m puttin these on now and these here tomorrow
A spare off in my car, just in case I catch a scar

[Chorus]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Right up in here, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in here, and don′t bend unda pre′sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don′t let the game fuck you
Check it out

[Nelly]
I - opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z′s
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger′s an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small Wallgreens
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
When the - spot get hot don′t stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now

[Chorus Repeat 2x]
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
Fuck tha game don′t let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do

[Nelly]
So you think you′re the shit nigga YA smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I′ll never take another man′s glory
Shit don′t mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin′ higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
One time out in the Range Rover
(WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over
What tha hell y′all fuckin wit me fo?
Speed limit 30 just doin 34
"Yeah son, where the gun?" It′s at home wit tha dope
"Oh you a smart ass ha?" Nah that′s my lil joke
"How bout I tow yo truck in?" Ain′t no need to be provoked
besides everything up in here done been smoked
I ain′t got nuttin but tapes and CDs
Pocket full of G′s and two tickets across seas
So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees
Ain′t no more questions then hand me my ID
You could tell he was pissed
cuz the black man in the black range
doin black things wit his black change
Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane
And if I wasn′t in his face he probably be callin me names

[Chorus]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and some sell yay′
Others just smoke and fuck all day

I′m from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
Jetting off with Brian Cox, I′ll see you later
Maybe not ′cause I got something hot
In the Navigata, waiting in the parking lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX
I keep ′em both cocked, need her ass the bring it
Now tell me boys have you seen her?
Have you seen her, nine millimeter
Making niggas believers
Hop out the two seater, now vocal wife beater
Levi′s fresh from the cleaners
Heavy starch with the cuff
Like fuck it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the galleria, plaza, Chesterfield
Rolling down handly hills
And the blocks of Pattonville
I used to love it when hit me for a rocker
Maybe a boppa, I kept it proper
A non-stopper, around the clocka
Now it′s cool pull up the bends and helicopter
uh

[Chorus]

Sunday morning, crack of dawn and I′m yawning
Natural bridge and kings highway is where I′m going
Wake up man and start blowing
Gotta get those juices flowing
Now I′m gonna tell you one more time
For your cats that just ain′t knowing
Hey, you can find me in St. Louie
And the whole me fedy and leasy getting slow
Grabbing the optomo, sharping up my flow
Practicing for my shows
That′s usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swing through O′Fallon sounds
Knocking out of control
Like a boom boom boom, who is it?
It′s Jackie Frost, the one who′s getting where he at
And he told you who′s the boss
I′m like a human hot sauce
Thinking I′ll burn your thoughts
Your information was false
I′ll show you just what it costs
In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I
No one could do it better, hey

[Chorus]

Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy
Love Pac and Biggie
The way that you love your sticky
Call Louie he have you pissy
Mix with hen and crissy
Bumping Tim and Missy
With Slim he used to diss me
In the red Expedishy
That′s Okay though, she can ride for the day though
Can′t even be a house guest like Kato
I′m a dog I said it rough
Now call me snoopy
Wouldn′t have me in a hoopie
Now you see me in a coupie
In front of utopia, I′m hoping you
Come down herd chipping, may I′m toasting ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roasting ya
And when the heat come down
Get ghosting ya (god bless us)
Loax with us, just how he jokes with us
My daddy told me that I′m supposed to bust
Don′t be provoking us
It ain′t no joke in us
Just the north south east west coasting us

[Chorus repeat until end (with talking)]

@ 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:

I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.
Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?
Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.
Who she come back? No one knows.
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.

I was at the top and I was like I’m at the basement.
Number one spot and now she found her a replacement.
I swear now I can′t take it, knowing somebody′s got my baby.
And now you ain′t around, baby I can′t think.
Shoulda put it down. Shoulda got that ring.
Cuz I can still feel it in the air.
See her pretty face run my fingers through her hair.

My lover, my life. My shorty, my wife.
She left me, I′m tied.
Cuz I knew that it just ain′t right.

I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.
Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?
Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.
Who she come back? No one knows.
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.

When I be ridin man I swear I see her face at every turn.
Tryin to get my usher over, I can let it burn.
And I just hope she notice she the only one I yearn for.
Oh I miss her when will I learn?

Didn′t give her all my love, I guess now I got my payback.
Now I′m in the club thinkin all about my baby.
Hey, she was so easy to love. But wait, I guess that love wasn′t enough.

I′m goin through it every time that I′m alone.
And now i′m missin, wishin she′d pick up the phone.
But she made a decision that she wanted to move one.
Cuz I was wrong.

And I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.
Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?
Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.
Who she come back? No one knows.
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.

If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.
If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.
And now they′re gone and you wish you could give them everything.
I said, if you ever loved somebody put your hands up.
If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.
And now they′re gone and you wish you could give them everything.

I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.
Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?
Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.
Who she come back? No one knows.
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.

And I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.
Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?
Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.
Who she come back? No one knows.
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Chorus:]

See now you could be a lady or a bitch girl
Still, you′re thicky thicky thicky thick
Lookin like a lolli-pop waitin for the lick girl
You′re thicky thicky thicky thick
Remind me of my 6-4 waitin at the switch girl
You′re thicky thicky thicky thick
Could be a crime that I′m waiting to commit girl?
You′re thicky thicky thicky thick

[Murphy Lee]
So basically I′m a joke right?
Look me in the eyes and tell me if you don′t lie
When are you that shoes untied before you know it method
First step we getting naked, pants gone in 20 seconds
It′s gettin hectic
Reck it just like a hoopty with insurance
But it seems I′m behind schedule with broad troubles twistin & pullin
I′m like shorty help me (come on)
Help me (please) don′t blow my high, cause I′m too horny
She giggles and gives a horny smile...
so I take advantage
Kisses in gentle places tryin to get myself established
I′m comfortable, wanna be in that moe with no control
Concentrating on my every lick her every blow
Yo′, I′m still cold but cooler than 2 below
And how I got that rubber on her ass will never know
IT′S ON
Put my penis in accurate, just relaxing it
Now it′s my time to party like the lunatics at an after-sale

[CHORUS]

[ali]
Now comes first like the front porch and the polo shirts
Skirts there they are thats the one cause Im far
From Average Lane with that "What′s your name?" game
I′m stormin on your brain like a surgeon in the rain
Take the fame if can
Watch me wrap like saran
All up in this shit now
You want me like a tan
Live in me like a van
In reverse that′s the worst
Playa curse put up on me now
We spreadin on my hommies like a germ
Watch me turn into captain kill a hoe
Fill a hoe strong
Watch me last long like a penny broke many motels
i got a rich coupon
I′m doing dismounts on foutons
Comin out like Key won
I feel like ceramic in a hammoc
God damn it
Thats my words
Oohs and Aahs Slurred like a verb
Someone acting like an ass like a metaphor
Now I′m headed for the highways
Selling me by′s sideways

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]
I spit mo′ shit off into they ears than dialtones and telephones
Just to get em restin at home, come watch the Bed-rock like Flintstone
But son too strong, so I smoke a sack as fat as Santa (y′know)
Drive me nuts like Planters, hawkin a nigga like offalana (swish)
I ban ya from the smoke house church, who you think you fuckin with?
Trying to play me like Jim Carrey and pull some dumber and dumber shit
Stomp me like a step show (grab hold) then I let go
(Flows) split that ass like g-strings up on these rat hoes
I pose as a threat, to hit any one of you niggas rattin
Spit some game and get a bird, come watch us tag team like free bird
Say the word, I be at rest with all my partners
Straight loungin with a pocket full of rubbers and have it bouncin
Go make the announcment, spark more Dynamite than "Good Times"
Want both girls like prime time, want real highs and thick thighs
Take pride in my stabbin, headboards you be grabbin
Got ′em bangin the walls so hard the neighbors callin

Asking you "What happened? What′s goin on over there even?
Sounds like you guys are goin crazzzzzzzyy.."

[CHORUS (begins over above)]

[CHORUS (2X)]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. T.I., LL Cool J)

[T.I:]
Ya′ll already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey

[Verse 1: Nelly]
We do 100 on the highway
Switching lane after lane
If the po po come then let em
Ain′t no stopping today
We brought them horses out tonight (hey)
Them big blocks dude
Cams chrome pipes (hey)
I know you hear em
Please, who in your hood would trade places with me
If I ain′t what ya trying to be than why you hustling see
To be young black and rich
If that ain′t the combination
Tell me when it switched
I need to know (listen)
Maybe the problem is your thinking to small
You niggas only wanna rap and that′s all
Your only goal is to buy out the mall
I go and buy me a mall
You want the stuff for the summer
I′m gon buy me the fall
And hit the myspace lick (yeaaah)
You know how many hits myspace gets (yeaaah)
Man it′s like I′m hurting feelings just by telling the truth
I′m hurting feelings in and out of this booth
Now listen

[Chorus:]
You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo)
Yours big but mine bigger mane
You wanna brag about a lil change
You need to step up your game lil boy
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down
Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Well pac I see these haters watching me
But I ain′t tripping wen ya′ll see there ain′t no stopping me
Weigh in the millions
And I′m steady buying property
I got land come catch me you hit the lottery
Nigga so stop playing
Boy I ride what I want to and ye ain′t know
See me buying what I want to
Walk out the store 100 thousand in my pocket
You can tell how Im walkin
I ball like a dog
Jus to keep these haters off me
Posted at the red light
On chrome drop top candy red type
454 a nigga want it better bring it on
(fresh off vacation all that hatin got me paranoid)
Yeah better know it
What im bring it you ain′t ready for it
No right now once i tell em go and get em boy
And lights out
Nigga I ain′t playing with ya
Come any day I′ll hit ya
Don′t let me pull up on ya in that turning lane nigga

[Chorus:]
You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo)
Yours big but mine bigger mane
You wanna brag about a lil change
You need to step up your game lil boy
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down

[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
My bread stack high like mike in NBA highlights
Mansion means jacuzzi bubbling with sky lights
Uncle L juelz killin niggas eye sight
Wal mart stops since 87 like damn right
My wrist stay glistening
Two birds kissing and
I′m sick of all this money somebody call a physician in
The american dream I′m what niggas is visioning
You clowns ain′t making it rain it′s just drizzling
Acting like I ain′t paid what you talking bout
I throw a party at the bank walk a million out
Got over 30 movies what you think you doing to me
You sold a couple records how you think you gon do me
You know I′m in shape I slap you you gon try and sue me
I buy you off slide off with your lil cutie
All the money is a god damn nusense
Look at my career yeah I′m the blueprint

[Chorus:]
You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo)
Yours big but mine bigger mane
You wanna brag about a lil change
You need to step up your game lil boy
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down
You better Hold up [x6]
You better sit your ass down

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Pharell Williams)

[Intro: Pharrell (Nelly)]
(OHH!) Turn it up, turn it up
Turn the beat up, uhh (DERRTY E-N-T!)
Turn it up some mo′, uhh, okay (uhh)
You turn it up a little bit?
Here we go (WE ALL WE GOT, OHH!)

[Chorus: Pharrell (Nelly)]
She blowin cause she seen that car (she ′bout to blow!)
She blowin cause you turned that corner (there they go!)
She blowin cause she seen that watch (she ′bout to blow!)
She blowin cause you flashed in it on her (′bout to blow!)
She blowin cause she seen that knot (she ′bout to blow!)
She blowin cause she seen your flash (there they go!)
So many y′all in one spot (she lose her mind!)
She never seen so much cash

[Interlude: Nelly, Pharrell]
So let it go lil′ mama, let it go lil′ mama
Just let it go lil′ mama, let it go lil′ mama
Just let it go lil′ mama, let it go lil′ mama
Just let it go lil′ mama, let it goooo

[Nelly]
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
(Naughty by Nature), yup I′m (Treacherous) and less than this
would be uncivil-ous, and like some syphilis I′m killin this
Beat by Pharrell-y; yeah, yeah, really
Chad this is silly; ju-just silly (WHOO!)
Got a team in the Carolinas, your highness
Keep the finest big booty behind us, behind us
Just to remind us that, that we the flyest so
Kids at home, yo, please don′t try this
My hands in my pocket mayne I′m doin the wop
Lil′ mama on her Snoopy Doggy Dogg, she droppin it hot
I got whatever in my garage, pull up and shut down your spot
I got how many in my bezel man I shut down your watch
Oh yeah I′m rappin, believin, my zing and my trees in
And soon I′ll be leavin, with yo′ chick (ah-ha!)

[Chorus + Interlude]

[Nelly]
She call me Mr. extra sexual, Scorpio ma is legible
Extraterrestrial, she say I′m harder to swivel
I keep a fresh pair of Versace, shine up my Liberace
My Dolce and my Gabanna, ma I′m keepin it thorough
I keep one hundreds in the bunnies{?}, let me keep it 100
I′m the most underrated, under-appreciated
Most sold to dated, fuck you rapper we GOT
See I don′t drop every year to give you niggaz a shot
Now I might not get five mics or a double-XL (never)
But fuck it, you keep it, I′ma take the 100 mil′ (cha-ching!)
And the Murcielago with the rim kitted Tahoe
The show stopper, when I ride all you hear is "Bravo" (bravo!)
[clapping] And all you hear is, "There he go"
Ha ha ha - ah, ah, ah
You see my paint job′s a fool, my paint job be poppin
My paint job′s so wet my license plates read (what it read?) PUSSY
Shut yo′ mouth

[Chorus]

[Interlude - 2X]

[Nelly]
Listen now I, I
She wanna know what my girlfriend know
And uh, she wanna see how deep this can go
She wanna know how much she can blow
She wanna know what my girlfriend know
Bong bong - RZA

[Nelly, Pharrell]
She ′bout to blow, there they go
She ′bout to blow, ′bout to blow
She ′bout to blow, there they go [fades out]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Nelly]
Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the best thunder than Sean John, you don′t want none
Partna I gather up and leave their heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin′ niggaz quota
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, ′Tics live for the street life
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the Pipe
And give me head all night
And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight
until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the Beast
Nigga, where the feds, play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I′m playing mine
That′s how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4

[Chorus x2]
Let′s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the Dough....

[Nelly]
My nigga, I can make a million
blind-folded, with no shows
using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
And folk O′s
Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo′s, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone
′Fore they even bring it home
Matta Fact, I′ll tell you whats in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win

[Chorus x2]
Let′s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....

I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won′t die

[Nelly]
I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I′m gettin stares from dime bitches, is he alone
Where′s his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris′s
on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label
No more shows for free, I′m pay-per-view like Cable
They all screamin my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett′em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw the weak plan B
Says who? Says me
Then what′s plan A, cause plan B a bad case

[Chorus x2]
Let′s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....

I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won′t die

[Nelly]
All my Midwest niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my Dirty South niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my West Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my East Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Nelly]
Yo, check
Aiyyo if I was from New York I′d probably be from Harlem
An uptown nigga with a hunger for stardom
Players runningback, coach I can′t guard ′em
If you like me on your team ma, you needs a starter
Beg your pardon, kid is actin disrespectful
He walk up in the club, Slick Rick with his neck full
Goin to start a money war, what is he there for?
Stacks little paper, what he do that for?
Throw a few thousand out the roof of my Maybach
Just a little somethin that I got from Reebok
We cop, e′rything you see up in the windows
Shoppin sprees keep me hungry ma, it′s time to get some {?}
Turkey bacon, egg whites all up in my griddle
Obscene how the protein keep a nigga lean
... Knahmean?
It′s obscene how the protein keep a nigga lean

[Chorus: Nelly]
We got a problem in here?! HELL NO!
We got a problem in here?! I SAID HELL NO!
You niggaz wanna set it off?! HELL YEAH!
You really wanna set it off?! H-H-HELL YEAH!
Then let′s go, let′s go, let′s go, let′s go
Let′s go, let′s go, let′s go, let′s go (hey!)
Let′s go, let′s go, let′s go, let′s go
Let′s go, let′s goooo (hey!)

[Nelly]
I′m just chillin in my Coupe (what?) chillin in my Coupe (what?)
I′m chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the side
I′m just chillin in my Coupe (what?) I′m chillin in my Coupe (what?)
I′m chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the side

I′m like a country-ass Adonis lookin for my goddess
Same attractin apparatus around, that can find her
Pulled down the shades, clothes on your body
She can go behind this lame and let shorty go to work
Show a couple thou′, bet shorty go berserk
Last night she on the pole, then this mornin she in chruch
On her knees in both places, man I bet that hurt
Get you some extra funds, support ya single moms
Heard she slangin ass so you can say she buy sex
Plus she got a friend so I hope she bi-sex
I park right next to her, yeah that′s me
Plus the house up on the hill, baby yeah that′s me

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
See I′m a U-City alumni, lookin out my one eye
Similar to Popeye, when I′m on that spinach
Somebody call up the Guinness Book, it′s gotta be record
Like when I heard the beat I knew it had to be on my record
Know folks need it, I′m officially elected
The right to bear arms, I′m officially protected
So if I call you out, don′t argue, respect it
Matter fact, go hit the showers, you officially ejected!
I used to slang the Jimmy Crack when I didn′t care
I seen Jimmy jack corn homie, I was there
When Jimmy turned around with his devilish glare
I showed Jimmy waistline, partner he wouldn′t dare (c′mon)
I can burn your chest like shots of Patron
Fuck a drink, I′m talkin 50-cal desert eagle holmes
... Ah ah ah ah
I drop down and get my 50-cal desert eagle on (boom!)

[Chorus 2X]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg)

[Snoop Dogg:]
West Coast whaa whaa wha what
[Nelly]
This shit right here homie
Shit right here
Straight west coasting
[Snoop Dogg]
Whaa whaa wha West west Coast coast coast
Nephew
Go Hard

[Chorus x2: Nelly]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me

[Verse 1: Nelly]
I just touched down at this LAX
I′m looking for these girls on this LAX
Trying to find them niggas with that LA best
Dodging them niggas with that LA Stress
See I′m a visitor I′m a LA guest
I got to be aware on how the LA dress
Cause if it comes down I might get LA stretched
I ain′t trying to be a trophy on no LA desk
Some niggas walk up tossing LA sets
I guess this supposed to be some type of LA test
Better watch the girls with the LA chest
Alot of plastic in those LA breasts (hahahaha)
I hit the crenshaw where they LA stunt
Seen a lot of 64′s and LA trucks
Seen a lot of girls with them LA butts
A lot of niggas with them dickies and chucks (ya feel me)

[Chorus x2: Nelly, Snoop Dogg]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me

[Verse 2: Nelly]
Yo I spend a lot of time on this LA coast
Out here trying to do the LA most
Showfer driven phantom like a LA ghost
In the back with a drink take a LA toast
I spend a lot of time in them LA heels
With them models actresses and them LA heels
To my lawyers office for a LA deal
Cut the check for some LA kneels
Now I′m off to roadao just to LA shop
Still getting dirty looks from some LA cops
You than thought since Rodney King LA stopped
When they burn the LA watts
I send a lot of love to my LA brothers
My latinos and my negroes in them LA colors
My blessings go out to those LA mothers
Know that nelly is an LA lover

[Chorus x2: Nelly, Snoop Dogg]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me

[Verse 3: Nate Dogg]
Guess who just stepped in the place (the midwest)
It′s your OG homie Nate (all day)
My homie snoop and nelly (La)
And we all up in your face (all day)
Different questions everyday (the midwest)
I got my answer in my way (all day)
Yeah they all got something to say (LA)
From st. louis to La (all day)

[Chorus x2: Nelly, Snoop Dogg]
Switch 1 (switch 1) raise it up
Switch 2 (switch 2) make the back end up
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side
Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride
Ya heard me

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Gucci Mane, R. Kelly)

[R. Kelly:]
Ay, ooh, ay, sexy ladies

[Gucci (speaking):]
Sexy ladies, stand up
What′s happenin′?
It′s Gucci, what′s happenin′?

[Gucci:]
Baby, you the one
You the one for the night
Whatcha gon′ get, girl
The best sex of your life?
Ucud gedit
I ain′t trippin′, I ain′t crabbin′, I′m tippin′
Real talk, babygirl, ucud gedit

[Nelly:]
Hey, babygirl, congratulations
You might just be the baddest bitch I′ve ever seen
And your demonstration, standin′ ovation
Your deserve your own cover of a magazine
You the winner, Ucud gedit
Now, this ain′t no number, this a lottery ticket
Be careful with it (be careful with it)
Don′t let it out (don′t let it out)
See this can get you errthing you dream about
Money (in large amounts)
Cars (I brought ′em out)
An′ like a hole in my drawers, I balls out
An′ like a hole in my drawers, (you heard me) I balls out

[Gucci:]
Baby, you the one
You the one for the night
Whatcha gon′ get, girl
The best sex of your life?
Ucud gedit
I ain′t trippin′, I ain′t crabbin′, I′m tippin′
Real talk, babygirl, ucud gedit

[R. Kelly:]
Baby, you the winner, winner, winner
winner, winner, winner
Girl, ucud gedit, gedit, gedit
Gedit, gedit, gedit

[Nelly:]
Gedit shorty, you right there, ucud gedit
Gedit shorty, you right there, ucud gedit
Gedit shorty, you right there, ucud gedit
Ucud gedit, ucud, ucud gedit

[R. Kelly:]
Bend it over, touch your toes
Break it down, let it roll
Bring it up and strike a pose
Freak it like you want it, though
Baby, you′s a bad honey
Hands down, bad honey
Do it wrong, go home
Do it right, get money
You gotta freak that shit, f-freak that shit like you want it
You gotta show some ass, show some tits, or show sumthin′
Just like a marathon, girl, just...go on, run it
You ′bout to fuck around and come up only 500
Shoppin′ sprees, living VIP
Out of the country, when you fuck with me
Hello, Nelly, Gucci, Kelly
You gotta like that, we big tippin′
Call it the rat pack

[Gucci:]
Baby, you the one
You the one for the night
Whatcha gon′ get, girl
The best sex of your life?
Ucud gedit
I ain′t trippin′, I ain′t crabbin′, I′m tippin′
Real talk, babygirl, ucud gedit

[R. Kelly:]
Baby, you the winner, winner, winner
winner, winner, winner
Girl, ucud gedit, gedit, gedit
Gedit, gedit, gedit

[Nelly:]
Said I never seen a girl like her
I said, I like the way she do that right there
The way she pick it up and bounce it in the air
The way she rock them applebottoms ain′t fair

No, I don′t play no games, I don′t see she funny
Me out here with niggas that get straight to the money
You see though my name ain′t Hova, mama
But I can throw up a roxy
Anybody buy a house, but who can buy that ass the block
Now, I wanna take this time to thank my American Express
For allowing me to express my American the best
All you gotta say is yes, and all you gotta do is this
And now your ass rocking with the best

[Gucci:]
Baby, you the one
You the one for the night
Whatcha gon′ get, girl
The best sex of your life?
Ucud gedit
I ain′t trippin′, I ain′t crabbin′, I′m tippin′
Real talk, babygirl, ucud gedit

[R. Kelly:]
Baby, you the winner, winner, winner
winner, winner, winner
Girl, ucud gedit, gedit, gedit
Gedit, gedit, gedit

Bum, bum, bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum [6x]

[Fade]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Nelly]
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh

[Chorus: Nelly]
Cause it′s all in my head
I think about it over and over again
And I can′t keep picturin you with him
And it hurts so bad... yeah
Cause it′s all in my head
I think about it over and over again
I replay it over and over again
And I can′t take it, I can′t shake it no

[Nelly]
I can′t wait to see you
Wanna see if you still got that look in your eye
That one you had for me
Before, we, said our goodbyes
And it′s a shame that we
Gotta spend our time bein mad about the same things
(Over and over again) about the same thing
(Over and over again)
Ho.. but I think, she′s leavin
Aw, man, she′s leavin
And, I don′t know what else to do

[Tim M] Can′t go on not lovin you

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
I remember the day you left
I remember the last breath you took right in front of me
When you said that you would leave
I was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything
But I see clearly now
And this choice I made keeps playin in my head
(Over and over again) play in my head
(Over and over again)
Ho.. but I think, she′s leavin
Aw, man, she′s leavin
And, I don′t know what else to do

[Tim M] Can′t go on not lovin you

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Now, that I′ve real-izzzed
That I′mmmm goin dow-hown
From all this pain you′ve put me through

[Tim M]
Everytime I close my eyes (woo!)
I-hiiii like {?} ohh-hohhh
I can′t go on not lovin you

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Nelly]
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh... over and over again, over and over again

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Uh yo yo
I′m tired of the he say she say
Why every time they get mad man we pay
She wanna act like the judge and the jury
The police FBI and CIA
(all in one)
And now it′s me she trying to konvict
She better show me some DNA and fingerprints
She better show me the name of the one who snitched
Matter of fact right now I′m a plead the 5th

[Chorus: Nelly (girl)]
(she said you tried to fuck her)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) man she′s just hating
(she said you met her last summer)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) girl you sound crazy
(she said ya′ll exchanged numbers)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) fellas what we gon do
Take it to the grave [x8]

[Verse 2:]
She said she did what? with who she wrong
If she know so much ask her what I had on
True religion air jordan ed hardy c′mon ma that′s every nigga at the party
But I was at the studio perfecting my hustle
With kee murphy mo just finishing Brass Knuckles
Now with all these verses fur coats fly whips I done bought for you ma now you still believe that
shit
Are you serious?

[Chorus: Nelly (girl)]
(she said you tried to fuck her)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) man she′s just hating
(she said you met her last summer)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) girl you sound crazy
(she said ya′ll exchanged numbers)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) fellas what we gon do
Take it to the grave [x8]

[Verse 3:]
3: 24 when I walked in the door
Phone on lie what it do that for (damn)
She said she went down south all in my texts
3: 30 in the morning got this loud ass message
I didn′t even do it though mamma girl lying
(you tried to fuck her)
I didn′t even have time
Ask her where she know me from
Who I be with
What number she dial that crazy girl wild

[Chorus: Nelly (girl)]
(she said you tried to fuck her)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) man she′s just hating
(she said you met her last summer)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) girl you sound crazy
(she said ya′ll exchanged numbers)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) fellas what we gon do
Take it to the grave [x8]

[Verse 4:]
I really don′t know her
I′ve seen her on myspace
Looked on her page all I seen was my face
Her user name read kewan for life
With videos and pictures set up so right
The only bad thing she writes me all night
Saying shit like her tits are so tight
She ends it with I love you that starts a big fight
Baby I can′t control what she type

[Chorus: Nelly (girl)]
(she said you tried to fuck her)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) man she′s just hating
(she said you met her last summer)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) girl you sound crazy
(she said ya′ll exchanged numbers)
She′s a muthafucking lie
(boy please) no way
(whatever) not me
(yeah you) fellas what we gon do
Take it to the grave [x8]

@ Nelly