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



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[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



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[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



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