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1. _ Thicky Thick Girl (featuring Murphy Lee & Ali)
Chorus
See now you could be a lady or a bitch now
Still, your thicky thicky thicky thick
Lookin like a lolli-pop waitin for the lick girl
Your thicky thicky thicky thick
Remind me of my 6-4 waitin at the switch girl
Your thicky thicky thicky thick
Could be a crime that im waiting to commit girl?
Your 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
Reckage is likea hoopty hittin shawns
But it seems im behind schedule with broad troubles twistin
& pullin
Im 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 relay her every blow
Yo', i'm still cold
But cooler than 2 below
And now i got that wrong in the past you'll 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 ?
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(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
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Selling shit out to they ears
Hot tones and telephones
Just to get they bezzle home
Gonna watch my bedrock like flinstones
Son too strong
Try to smoke your sack is fatty sonic
Drive me nuts like planters
Harpin a nigga like offalana(swish)
I ban ya from the smoke house church
Who you think you fuckin with?
Trying to play me like ?
Pull some dumber and dumber shit
Stomp me like a step show (grab ho)
Then i let go (throw) split
That ass like g-strings up on these rat hoes
I pose as a threat
To hit any one of these niggas rats
Split some game and get them burnt
Gonna watch this tag team like free bird
Say the word
I be at rats with all my partners
Straight loungin with a pocket full of rubbers and have it
Bouncin
Go make the announcment
Smoke like dynamite the good times
Want both girls like prime time
Want real highs and thick thighs take pride in my stylin
Head bustin you be drivin
Got 'em bangin the walls so hard te neighbors callin
Asking you whats
Chorus (begins)
Going on over there
Sounds like you guys are going crazy
Going going gone
Chorus (2x)
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2. _ Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
Yeah Gangsta What That Gangsta Yeah That Gangsta on the tips E.I [Nelly] I was forced to live the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right When Hennedy don't pay me right No Baby wipes Keep the 3-80 tight The Mercedes dyke On a shady night Y'all niggas is lady like Blow for niggas that'll watch your arm Run in your crib pop your Mom Like bitch with stocks and bonds In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb You come to war with a switch blade Get laid Nigga I'mma spit the gauge at your rib cage We thugged out Y'all niggas is bitch made You pick Jay they North white the shit grade Yor cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days Hook (x2) I run my right guard incase my shot ain't handy Speed stickin' me and mine I turn it up a degree Your secrets still kept Never let em see you sweat [Teamsters] I'm second to none nigga Yo I'm lettin my gun Pull this trigger shit off the window Through the head of your son I've been runnin' like 20 miles I ain't sweatin' for fun Yo it's hard to be a team when the second is one Cause I follow very Wanna wife like Halle Berry Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary Like it don't stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you Hushed out in the drop top Aqua blue Get the bitch screamin' "Please, Please, not my boo" My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook You know the name Switch up the game like Garth Brooks Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars I been hard through hell better sing God Diminish, I'm a bull dog, breathing British You ain't site cause your night show is all about your image Hook (x2) [Teamsters] What I've seen on the bricks of the little front At colorses, check the ashtrey that hold the blunts We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga Get muscular Just incase you let your lips slip up I'm bustin ya Never let em see you sweat Yeah that's my motto Catch em in the club get wrecked With the bottle The silencer behind his neck The others follow Show them you ain't bullshittin and you ain't hollow I saw you talkin' to that chick Up over there I heard you ask her why she on my dick yeah, yeah I heard it all before ya dig Next thing y'all tellin me none of y'all put that on my fuckin' kid What you think this is I'm the reason they invented the whole navigational system So niggas can't find they trucks and they women when I'm with em Like I catch em in linen And then I flip em and run up in em Send her back to him And go to his house and blow him with her Hook Never let em see you sweat Never let em see you sweat Never let em Never let em To to play this hit out nigga How nigga! more free lyrics |
3. _ Luven Me
Ay yo ma, how you doing, it's ya son now And I picked up the mic and put the drugs down Now I'm tryin to do some things that'll make you proud Instead of everytime I call it's to bail me out Oh why didn't I listen to things you used to tell me Knowin that everything that you said would never fail me Like 'they got plans for ya Ain't nothin I can do when them laws get they hands on ya' But I ain't listenin, even payin attention I'm just tryna get mine Takin advantage, you would get two jobs at the same time Ungrateful, complainin about Nike and Polo signs But you always come through, and what do I do I wreck both ya cars, stole money from ya drawers Sold dope out ya yard, stayed into with them laws Tryin to pay you back for all the stress that I caused And always be there to give you whatever you want (Hook) (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said whatever you need (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said you don't have to worry no more (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh, 'cause ya son will be there for you (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh Now verse two, yeah that's for you boo I send ya props 'cause you the only one that stuck through When I'm upset and stressed you give me back rubs When I'm depressed you give me head off in the bathtub, E-I! On ya P's and Q's, on ya Q's and P's You hear my beeper goin off and you just throw me my keys Ain't even askin me yo is it coochie or G's And for that reason now you can ask me for anything Not a for real smoker but you choke with me Not too hot about the drinkin but you toast with me Livin at ya granny house you kept the dope for me And wouldn't hesitate to go to court for me Need money, my boo'll go and work the avenue My boo'll fuck you up if I ask her to That's why I do the things I do And I will always be there to give you whatever you want (Hook) (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said whatever you need (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said I don't wanna lose you no (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh, 'cause you're my boo and my only one (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh I'm doin this one here for Shaun Haynes, Lashando and J.D. D Quick, both G's, and fatty My nigga Lil' Earv, Gino, and Poochie And everybody ??? ??? you couldn't ??? me Young ???, Pooh and Big Baby Rio, J.T. and big Money Herky Jerk, ??? and Cold E J.E., ??? and Calby And all my soldiers down at ??? Brown on Monday My Lunatic fam, Keyuan, Murphy Lee ???, T-Love and big Lee Yellow Mack, slow down, Corny B The rest of my niggas up in the N.Y.C. And without Trail, Kuda and Coach it just wouldn't be And I will always be there to give you whatever you want (Don't stop ever lovin me) I said whatever you need (Don't stop ever lovin me) 'Cause y'all my niggas for life you know (Don't stop ever lovin me) You can always smoke with me more free lyrics |
4. _ Steal Da Show
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 more free lyrics |
5. _ E.I.
Uh uh uh uh uh Uh wait a minute now ..uh ohhhhhhhh Uh uh Can u hear me out there Lunatics, is y'all ready Let me hear ya Uh ohhhhhhhhh I'ma sucka for corn rolls and manicure toes (hey) Philly capri pants and parachute clothes (alright) Passadity city with one or two throws I'm droppin outta high school Straight into the pro's, who knows I know That I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flow, there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I bust a ryhme, baby give me some more You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back yea thats 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 and dime I ask you who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics Somebody probably jealous cuz they bitch got hit But nobody else droppin shit like dis, should we apologize Fuck 'em just leave 'em bitch hey Chorus: repeat 2X Ungele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh wuts happenin now Ungele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh If they head right nelly there all night We can go to tha break of dawn ...nigga Money long...nigga Go fast up tha skirt to talk to tha bone...nigga Some say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown.....nigga If you aint 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 ahead and ask me I drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordon in a black SS wit a navagation See tha black blazion, somethin smells amazin I gotta chick rollin up half black and asian Another one pigeon tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used tha v-12 powers, weight loss powers I'm fat for the Iceberg Slim and one shower Get a room in drunk towers just to hit the P hours Get the bitch up out the room cuz she used the word ours (hey) Chorus They got a smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that sticky Watch my hands under a gurls ??, feelin icky Let go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out Whatcha mean, 20 inches when they roll out Come and get me, big faces when they fold out Is ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuut I keep it close when I the go ouuuuuut Then I slide up in an esclade me and E gettin solid like the ice capades From heat, frosty, ??? rapper than bugsy You understand me, wrap this like mummys If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see i got more carrots than al dee More bread than algae, you can bag and scan me Sure like I'll be, you can meet tha 'tics in Maui (hey) Chorus more free lyrics |
6. _ Lovin Me
ay yo ma, how you doin, it's ya son now
And i picked up the mic and put the drugs down
Now i'm tryin to do some things that'll make you proud
Instead of everytime i call it's to bail me out
Oh why didn't i listen to things you used to tell me
Knowin that everything that you said would never fail me
Like 'they got plans for ya
Ain't nothin i can do when them laws get they hands on ya'
But i ain't listenin, even payin attention
I'm just tryna get mine
Takin advantage, you would get two jobs at the same time
Ungrateful, complainin about nike and polo signs
But you always come through, and what do i do
I wreck both ya cars, stole money from ya drawers
Sold dope out ya yard, stayed into with them laws
Tryin to pay you back for all the stress that i caused
And always be there to give you whatever you want
(chorus)
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, i said whatever you need
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, i said you don't have to worry no more
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, uh, 'cause ya son will be there for you
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, uh
Now verse two, yeah that's for you boo
I send ya props 'cause you the only one that stuck through
When i'm upset and stressed you give me back rubs
When i'm depressed you give me head off in the bathtub, e-i!
On ya p's and q's, on ya q's and p's
You hear my beeper goin off and you just throw me my keys
Ain't even askin me yo is it coochie or g's
And for that reason now you can ask me for anything
Not a for real smoker but you choke with me
Not too hot about the drinkin but you toast with me
Livin at ya granny house you kept the dope for me
And wouldn't hesitate to go to court for me
Need money, my boo'll go and work the avenue
My boo'll fuck you up if i ask her to
That's why i do the things i do
And i will always be there to give you whatever you want
(chorus)
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, i said whatever you need
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, i said i don't wanna lose you no
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, uh, 'cause you're my boo and my only one
(don't stop ever lovin me)
Uh, uh, uh
I'm doin this one here for shaun haynes, lashando and j.d.
D quick, boo gees and fatty
My nigga lil' erv, gino and poochie
And everybody over on euclid and labade
Young big touch, pooh and big baby
Rio, j.t. and big money
Herky jerk, wezz and pea and cody
J.e., k-ug and odie
Toe-fa, m.j., and cowlby
And all my soldiers down at fair ground on monday
My lunatic fam, keyuan, murphy lee
City spud, t-love and big lee
Yellow mack, slow down, courtney b
The rest of my niggas up in the n.y.c.
And without trail, cooter and coach it just wouldn't be
And i will always be there to give you whatever you want
(don't stop ever lovin me)
I said whatever you need
(don't stop ever lovin me)
'cause y'all my niggas for life you know
(don't stop ever lovin me)
You can always smoke with me
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7. _ E. I.
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'm droppin '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!
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Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's happenin now?
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!
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[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!
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[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)
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8. _ Wrap Sumden
[Chorus] x2 Hey this is no lie Me and my niggas gettin high Yo if you look up in the sky You might see us floating by You see Biggie be like what's beef? Me I'm like what's weed? Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know. Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke. And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke. I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love. Then after that roll cool "J's" I mean bud. Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds, I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed. Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong. My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic. I know one day, I'm gone stop, but that'll be the day when my seeds don't pop. You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick. But on the other hand, as soon as I'm sober I forget. Shit, I'm still stuck at point "A" ya dig, and my momma think that I should quit. Chorus 2X Ya I get high. You might see me stroll by in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye. I'm sick now. I think I'm catching glaucoma. See me on the corner, looking for weed donars. You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve. Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd. That's my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden), make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing. Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors. See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers. Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time, and I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine. Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0. Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro. Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed. Chorus 2X All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo. If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more, but since I don't some might consider me slow. Don't worry though. I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag. Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash. Choking after that but don't the blunt pass. "What we doin' today" Same shit we did last week. Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up. Bag up and make some runs and roll up. 5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up. Ok made a left so continue to roll up. Don't get me wrong police, yo I stop for them, but when they leave guaranteed I'll be smoking again. Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag. The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab. Chorus 2X Fade Chorus more free lyrics |
9. _ Greed, Hate, Envy
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 wall green
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
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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
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10. _ Tho Dem Wrappas
[Nelly] Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want None ??? like Batter up and leavin heads swolle up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz Qouta 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 ??? I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine Thats how I flo, ??? when i get mine, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 [Chourus 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.... [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 [Chourus 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 gettin stares from down bitches, thats eatin alone West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 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 ??? plan B says.. - Who says ??? Then whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case [Chourus 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 niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my Dirty South niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my West Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my East Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) more free lyrics |
11. _ Utha Side
(chorus) I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell So come on get on in the ride And let me take you to the other side x2 Inhale exhale I heard you're your clientele I'm doing well I see your woman out in the STL She's a fine honey that's ? I heard you even got a child now (look at that) A baby momma and a bow-wow My nigga know you need to calm down F-for County run up in your house But you don't wanna hear that though, it's too late Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait They got taps on your mobile phone They do surveillance all around your home Now you're piling everything you own Calling on your partners for a loan No more slip and sliding on the chrome Your good days have come and gone I tried to tell you (chorus) Now baby girl what's your name? And tell me what's your claim to fame Oh I can tell you do your thing Just by checking out your diamond ring I see you at the mall every day Buying shanelle, fendi, Donna K Plus I heard they took your job away And that you keep your shit on lay away You got a four-five in Philly D you living large Like your last name was Kennedy or El' Debarge Oh I just can't believe, that you made that money richeously The kids asking what they mommy do And why she lock us in the bedroom I think mommy getting paid to screw Cause every night it's a different dude I tried to tell (chorus) Little man how old are you (you can tell me) And what you doing skipping school I see you running with your lil' crew Y'all be fighting over read and blue So now you wanna claim gangs Even heard you bought a (?) that ain't it You started out with chronic on the grain Now you're smoking other fettamain I ain't trying to sway your dreams Just trying to show you, that's it's other ways to make cream (Take it from me) Just go to school and make something of Your young life and watch it blow up You ain't gotta stop being cool Don't even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels (and fast cars) Just keep it real with your game son And don't forget were you came from I'm trying to tell ya (chorus x4 to a fade) more free lyrics |
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12. _ Outro (featuring Cedric The Entertainer)
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13. _ Wrap Sumden (featuring The St. Lunatics)
[chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see biggie be like what's beef?
Me i'm like what's weed?
Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know.
Every 4 hours like a prescription i smoke.
And i'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke.
I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, i'm in love.
Then after that roll cool "j's" i mean bud.
Cause i still piss stems and still shit seeds,
I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed.
Wrap sumden, always i smoke more then cheech and chong.
My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic.
I know one day, i'm gone stop,
But that'll be the day when my seeds don't pop.
You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick.
But on the other hand, as soon as i'm sober i forget.
Shit, i'm still stuck at point "a" ya dig,
And my momma think that i should quit.
Chorus 2x
Ya i get high.
You might see me stroll by
In the bob marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think i'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for weed donars.
You know how we do it kid. we get that good herb and swerve.
Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd.
That's my word, wrap sumden (wrap sumden),
Make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing.
Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors.
See i somke alone, i need grass like lawn mowers.
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time,
And i burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine.
Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0.
Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro.
Fuck a bitch and some clothes, i gotta get rich
Gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed.
Chorus 2x
All i know, is money making hoes and smoking endo.
If i wasn't high i'd probably know a little more,
But since i don't some might consider me slow.
Don't worry though.
I keep the pants sag. bubble eye hands rag.
Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash.
Choking after that but don't the blunt pass.
"what we doin' today" same shit we did last week.
Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up.
Bag up and make some runs and roll up.
5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up.
Ok made a left so continue to roll up.
Don't get me wrong police, yo i stop for them,
But when they leave guaranteed i'll be smoking again.
Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag.
The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab.
Chorus 2x
Fade
Chorus
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14. _ For My
{*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 more free lyrics |
15. _ Never Let 'em C U Sweat (featuring The Teamsters)
Yeah
Gangsta
What
That gangsta
Yeah
That gangsta
On the tips
E.i
[nelly]
I was forced to live the crazy life
Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like
But a son know my pop's didn't raise me right
When hennedy don't pay me right
No baby wipes
Keep the 3-80 tight
The mercedes dyke
On a shady night
Y'all niggas is lady like
Blow for niggas that'll watch your arm
Run in your crib pop your mom
Like bitch with stocks and bonds
In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm
Tell a nigga i'm like flex i drop the bomb
You come to war with a switch blade
Get laid
Nigga imma spit the gauge at your rib cage
We thugged out
Y'all niggas is bitch made
You pick jay they north white the shit grade
Yor cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray
Out of a week i stay in a lab for 6 days
Hook (x2)
I run my right guard incase my shot ain't handy
Speed stickin' me and mine
I turn it up a degree
Your secrets still kept
Never let em see you sweat
[teamsters]
I'm second to none nigga
Yo i'm lettin my gun
Pull this trigger shit off the window
Through the head of your son
I've been runnin' like 20 miles
I ain't sweatin' for fun
Yo it's hard to be a team when the second is one
Cause i follow very
Wanna wife like halle berry
Yeah i ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary
Like it don't stop
Nigga i stop for food
How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you
Hushed out in the drop top
Aqua blue
Get the bitch screamin' "please, please, not my boo"
My revolver shook like i deal with smart crook
You know the name
Switch up the game like garth brooks
Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars
I been hard through hell better sing god
Diminish, i'm a bull dog, breathing british
You ain't site cause your night show is all about your image
Hook (x2)
[teamsters]
What
I've seen on the bricks of the little front
At colorses, check the ashtrey that hold the blunts
We hustling, i do the push ups and the sit ups nigga
Get muscular
Just incase you let your lips slip up
I'm bustin ya
Never let em see you sweat
Yeah that's my motto
Catch em in the club get wrecked
With the bottle
The silencer behind his neck
The others follow
Show them you ain't bullshittin
And you ain't hollow
I saw you talkin' to that chick
Up over there
I heard you ask her why she on my dick
Yeah, yeah
I heard it all before ya dig
Next thing y'all tellin me none of y'all put that on my fuckin' kid
What you think this is
I'm the reason they invented the whole navigational system
So niggas can't find they trucks and they women when i'm with em
Like i catch em in linen
And then i flip em and run up in em
Send her back to him
And go to his house and blow him with her
Hook
Never let em see you sweat
Never let em see you sweat
Never let em
Never let em
To to play this hit out nigga
How nigga!
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16. _ St. Louie
(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 yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer Jettin off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later Maybe not cuz I got somethin hot In the Navigata, waitin in the parkin 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 ya seen her Have you seen her, nine millimeter Makin niggas believas Hop out the two seater, now vocab 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, chest of phia Rollin down handly hills In a black sedan and ??? I used to love it when hit me for a rocker Maybe a boppa, i kept it propa A non-stopa, around the clocka Now its cool pull up the bends and helicopta uh Chorus Sunday mornin, crack of dawnn and I'm yawnin Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm goin Wake up man and start blowin Gotta get those juices flowin Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time For you cats that just ain't knowin Hey, you can find me in St. Louie And the whole me fedy and leasy gettin slow Grabin the optomo, sharpin up my flow Practicin for my shows Thats usually how it goes We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swing through our ??? sounds Knockin out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost, the one who's gettin where he at And he told you whos the boss I'm like a human hot sauce Thinkin 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 Bumpin Tim and Missy With Slim he used to diss me In the red Expedishy Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day though Can't even be a house guest 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 hopin ya Come down herd chippin, may I'm toastin ya Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roastin ya And when the heat come down Get ghostin 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 provokin us It ain't no joke in us Just the north south east west coastin us Chorus repeat until end (with talking more free lyrics |
17. _ Intro (featuring Cedric The Entertainer)
intro (featuring cedric the entertainer)
*car engine starts*
*phone rings*
Cedric:
Man, this fool ain't pickin' up.
Nelly on answering machine:
You know who it is. do what you do.
Cedric:
Ey, yo nelly. what's up dog, this ced the entertainer. get at me man. i been
Hollerin' at you. man i been tryin' to call you 'bout three days.
Done called your cell phone, your pager, your voice mail over your mama's
House. your uncle darell and i paged kyjuan like three times. ya'll
Get at me man. i just want to holla at you playa. you know i'm out here in cali
Just doin' it up, hangin' out here. you know. chillin'. trying to
Do a little tv. you know how i do it. rollin' round here in a big body benz wit
Two dollars worth of gas. ha. who said it won't no future in your
Front? getting ready to put it down like that with that country grammer right.
I heard about it, using them words like st. louis. herre. therre.
Put them two capitol r's and evr' thang. ha. i feel you on that right. i feel
You so just get at me so i can do a lil somethin' for you, flip a few
Thangs. just call me back. whatever. you can't get me, call over my mama's
House, they know how to page me. they a page me to yo number
Then i call you back or you could just page my cousin keith and he'll call my
Cousin lil darrell who got my real pager number and then i'll you back
On his cell phone. he he. whatever you do playa, do it st. louis style. put it
Down for the stl ight. now get at me.
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18. _ Greed, Hate & Envy
[Nelly] I opened up shops in 13th Dime, dubs, quarter sacks, and ooze Hand held to digital to triple beam I'm paid cuz my e-mail to 5th screen Expanded my game to ? to Federal St Looked around and had a small wall green 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 hop on tha thing thing Just another hustle back on my street Just another piece to my dreams Plus tha house tha cars are modern dreams I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on tha rocks Or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T -shirt When tha spot gets hot don't stop Find another block and take it from tha top now (Chorus) Repeat 2x Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do Fuck tha game don't let tha game fuck you Follow tha rules say cool and rock jewels Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do [Nelly] So you think you good as shit nigga smell me Shouts out to my nigga NORE I'll never take another mans glory Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe Know you know me I be low key On these icey roleys Scob done showed me And hoes adored 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 stare by I stand by tha caption Hold please now did somebody page Samson I stay cheap and hi than a hooker on tha weekends Seven days a week I walk in yo church freakin Now Lester called me a heven old fish eyed fool Bitch had tha nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool Chorus One time out in tha Range Rover (Police sirens) Ah shit they pulled me over What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo Speed limit 30 just doin 34 "Yeah son where tha gun" It's at home wit tha dope "You a smart ass ha" Nah that's a lil joke "How bout I tow yo truck in" Ain't no need to revolt Be sides everything in here already been smoked I ain't got nothing but tapes and CDs Pockets full of G's two tickets across sea So me and my boo can lay under the palm tree If there ain't no more question hand me my ID You could tell he was bitch cause tha black in tha black range doin black things wit his black change Doin tha right thing Drivin his ass insane And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names Chorus more free lyrics |
19. _ Batter Up
(Hook) I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill It took a whole lot of cheerin Just to get up that hill But now we're up in the big league My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin as Lunatics playa It ain't nothin wrong with that, batter up I'm the first to swing I'ma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love Hit the club, ??? love, holla what I put my mack down, she through a curve ball She ??? ??? smoke that herb Got some Nelly ?? She tip-top 'em, Optimo First base, god livin like a worse 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 Hittin strong, skipped third base and headed home Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bomb 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 this 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, gettin runnin anytime, hear me ??? Rules 'for 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, I know my shit ain't my thing If I ??? with my dick then put your mouth on my brains I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here A sucka infare, 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) I want my name not, not said to scream I went from fantasies to dreams, from dreams to bigger things I'm like Bennet I been in it since, '93 You can tell 'cause my L ain't no 90 degrees I'm a sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mil 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 fire 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) more free lyrics |
20. _ Country Grammar (Hot Shit...)
(HOT SHIT!)
Chorus: Nelly
Hmmmmm
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Nelly]
Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
and it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin
Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin
I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Lou' 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 niggaz like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
Chorus
[Nelly]
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm around nigga
Frown niggaz, 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 A.I.
Say hi, to my niggaz 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 niggaz to Hotlanta
'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar"
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer
Chorus
[Nelly]
Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon
+Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon
Talkin really and I need it mon
Foes I kick em freely 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 niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga
(HOT SHIT!) Ice niggaz, 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 Trump let me in now
Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now
I win now (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now
Chorus
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21. _ Country Grammer
Chorus:
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
Boom boom baby 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)
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 sh*t)
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
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
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 sh*t 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
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
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
Chorus 2X
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22. _ Country Grammar (hot...)
Chorus: nelly
Hmmmmm
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a range rover (c'mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (hot shit!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a range rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[nelly]
Mmmmm, you can find me, in st. louis rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans fainted - while i'm entertainin
Wild ain't it? how me and money end up hangin
I hang with hannibal lector (hot shit!) so feel me when i bring it
Sing it loud (what?) i'm from the lou' 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 niggaz like onyx
Lunatics til the day i die
I run more game than the bulls and sonics
Chorus
[nelly]
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
Loud niggaz, o.k. corral niggaz
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga? ask me again and it's goin down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound niggaz, what you be givin when i'm around nigga
Frown niggaz, 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 a.i.
Say hi, to my niggaz 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 niggaz to hotlanta
'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "country grammar"
Smokin blunts in savannah
Blow thirty mill' like i'm hammer
Chorus
[nelly]
Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon
+kid+ quicker than +billy+, mon
Talkin really and i need it mon
Foes i kick em freely 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 niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga
(hot shit!) ice niggaz, 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 trump let me in now
Spin now, i got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy benz, kenwood and 10"s now
I win now (whoo!) fuckin lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen i make my ends now
Chorus
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23. _ Thicky Thick Girl
Chorus See now you could be a lady or a bitch now Still, Your thicky thicky thicky thick Lookin like a lolli-pop waitin for the lick girl Your thicky thicky thicky thick Remind me of my 6-4 waitin at the switch girl Your thicky thicky thicky thick Could be a crime that im waiting to commit girl? Your 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 Reckage is likea hoopty hittin shawns But it seems im 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 relay her every blow Yo', I'm still cold But cooler than 2 below And now I got that wrong in the past You'll 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 ? CHORUS (ali) Now comes first like the front porch and the polo shirts Skirts there they are thats the one cause I'm 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 Selling shit out to they ears Hot tones and telephones Just to get they bezzle home Gonna watch my bedrock like flinstones Son too strong Try to smoke your sack is fatty sonic Drive me nuts like planters Harpin a nigga like offalana(swish) I ban ya from the smoke house church Who you think you fuckin with? Trying to play me like ? Pull some dumber and dumber shit Stomp me like a step show (grab ho) Then i let go (throw) split That ass like g-strings up on these rat hoes i pose as a threat to hit any one of these niggas rats Split some game and get them burnt Gonna watch this tag team like free bird Say the word I be at rats with all my partners Straight loungin with a pocket full of rubbers and have it bouncin go make the announcment Smoke like dynamite the good times Want both girls like prime time Want real highs and thick thighs take pride in my stylin Head bustin you be drivin Got 'em bangin the walls so hard te neighbors callin Asking you whats CHORUS (begins) Going on over there Sounds like you guys are going CRAZY Going going gone CHORUS (2X) more free lyrics |
24. _ Never Let 'Em See You Sweat
f/ The Teamsters
Yeah
Gangsta
What
That Gangsta
Yeah
That Gangsta
on the tips
E.I
[Nelly]
I was forced to live the crazy life
Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like
But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right
When Hennedy don't pay me right
No Baby wipes
Keep the 3-80 tight
The Mercedes dyke
On a shady night
Y'all niggas is lady like
Blow for niggas that'll watch your arm
Run in your crib pop your Mom
Like bitch with stocks and bonds
In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm
Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb
You come to war with a switch blade
Get laid
Nigga Imma spit the gauge at your rib cage
We thugged out
Y'all niggas is bitch made
You pick Jay they North white the shit grade
Yor cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray
Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days
Hook (x2)
I run my right guard incase my shot ain't handy
Speed stickin' me and mine
I turn it up a degree
Your secrets still kept
Never let em see you sweat
[Teamsters]
I'm second to none nigga
Yo I'm lettin my gun
Pull this trigger shit off the window
Through the head of your son
I've been runnin' like 20 miles
I ain't sweatin' for fun
Yo it's hard to be a team when the second is one
Cause I follow very
Wanna wife like Halle Berry
Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary
Like it don't stop
Nigga I stop for food
How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you
Hushed out in the drop top
Aqua blue
Get the bitch screamin' "Please, Please, not my boo"
My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook
You know the name
Switch up the game like Garth Brooks
Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars
I been hard through hell better sing God
Diminish, I'm a bull dog, breathing British
You ain't site cause your night show is all about your image
Hook (x2)
[Teamsters]
What
I've seen on the bricks of the little front
At colorses, check the ashtrey that hold the blunts
We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga
Get muscular
Just incase you let your lips slip up
I'm bustin ya
Never let em see you sweat
Yeah that's my motto
Catch em in the club get wrecked
With the bottle
The silencer behind his neck
The others follow
Show them you ain't bullshittin
and you ain't hollow
I saw you talkin' to that chick
Up over there
I heard you ask her why she on my dick
yeah, yeah
I heard it all before ya dig
Next thing y'all tellin me none of y'all put that on my fuckin' kid
What you think this is
I'm the reason they invented the whole navigational system
So niggas can't find they trucks and they women when I'm with em
Like I catch em in linen
And then I flip em and run up in em
Send her back to him
And go to his house and blow him with her
Hook
Never let em see you sweat
Never let em see you sweat
Never let em
Never let em
To to play this hit out nigga
How nigga!
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25. _ Country Grammer (Hot..)
Chorus: 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) 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 Chorus 2X (Nelly) 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 Chorus 2X (Nelly) 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 Chorus 2X more free lyrics |
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