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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 nem dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff

Sippin bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed

Gats and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs

And it's all because, I accumulated enough stress

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 hang wit hay hung wit nem thugs (Hot Shit)

So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha

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 going 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)

You say pretty boys can't be wild niggas

Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas

Foul niggas, run up in the bustin the crowd nigga

How nigga, ask me again it's going down nigga

Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga

Frown niggas, what you be givin when I'm around nigga

Frown nigga, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga

Say now, can you hoes come out to play now

Ready to cut you up any day now

Play by, my rules boo and you going to 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

KC Motown to Alabama, L-A

New York Yankee niggas to hot Atlanta, Loisianna

All my niggas wit Country Grammar

Smokin blunts in Savanna

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, kid quit feelin billy mon

Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly mon

Specily of Remi mon, keys to my Beemer mon

Holla and beep me mon, see me mon

Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon

Through U-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice niggas

Shice niggas who snatch yo life nigga, trife niggas

Super ducers sale the same 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 wit wooden tens now

Woo fuckin lesbian twins now, sin now

Through the pen I make my ends now





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