Nelly]


Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh


Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper


+Silkk+ headliner, ain·t No Limit to how I +Shock+ ya


All chrome dated, they suberb when I drop her


All these haters, they suberb when I cock the


Nah I ain·t gon· tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myself


But you gon· see it if you don·t let me keep it to myself


Don·t make me start man, I·m from the heartland


Where they might shoot you up (ohh) it·s not your heart layin


Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water


Man look hurr homie, I·m from the "Show Me"


And uh, you need to show me what you talkin about


What all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouth


I·m off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I


The hump back girls with thighs


Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein thick


Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit


I stay..




[Chorus: Nelly]


We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah


Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in


order


(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)


Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah


Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in


order




[Ali]


Yo, check, yo


You gettin close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks


So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank


Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon


Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons


Then we - flood the streets, oh how they - lovin me


Come through in the Buick sittin so - love-ly


We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas


Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob (ho)


I·m natural wit it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (wit


it)


I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get


it


Get it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap)


.. I·m concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited


RUN FOR COVER! Somebody call up the Guinness


Book of World Records, tell ·em we poppin tremendous


Dirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destruction


It·s the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin


It go..




[Chorus]




[Gube Thug]


Yo.. I·m from the land of kick do·s


Where niggaz come through your window with pistols


like Bruh Man off the fifth flo·


See the way the wrist glow, sick flow


Better yet, turn off the lights, I·ll turn this bitch into a


disco


Hood crime highly infested


Check your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly


requested


And my gun like Chris, you know I·m gon· +Tucker+


In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker


And the game from the veterans, righteous bars


I·m in it for longevity, stripes and stars


And the world might change if ever I quit blessin it


Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament


I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon


Shot hoops in size 10, it·s just Jordan


Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells


Might, catch me hoppin outta the truck, blowin the L


We yellïn..