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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



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(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



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(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



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