[Ali]

I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo

Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though

Starched up, hit the Amaco

Bought a Philly, sparked up

Lunatics'll blow the park up

Ooh this herb, got me geekin like a nerd

F what you heard, federal roll like a bird

You were, actin funny when you first saw me

Now, I'm makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"

Hell nah trick, I'm picky now

I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now

Hit the door at the club Yella, Grip and Luv

Met me with a dub, was it fire playa, what

Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke

Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin me notes

Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down

I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure



[Hook-Ali]

Some a y'all been tryin to write rhymes for years

And we got dibs, irritatin my ears

Is this the best that you can make?

But if not, then you got more, I'll wait

But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'm a move on the dance floor

Where they put somethin smooth on

Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud

'Cause I like to rule the crowd



[Ali]

Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-tre

I'm lookin sporty, you fools know me

No way, am I goin out like a buster

Once I'm in last long like a wrestler

Givin out degrees for that P.H.

Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this biiaatch

?? real soon, uh

Like soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the room

Get your own pop, piece to doom (?)

Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon' baloon

Position is assumed, I'm the Tic, the Tune

Leavin 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoon

Cats waste ink, they don't take time to think

Actin hard like they shit don't stink

Knowin they stench like the rink

True color be pink, rinky dink

Big Lee need a spliff 'cause I'm startin to think, that...



[Hook]



[Nelly]

See I rockin in my spare time, unwind and grind fools like coffee

Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin salty

Then Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farm

I heard you was on my tail now you yellin "Nelly, you lost 'em"

Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J.

Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play

Run and ask your lady

Smokin hay-hay-haaay

I bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all

Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya

Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbage

Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah

Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up

?? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpire

To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah

Lunatic for hirrrrrrre, haha, I'm startin to think that...



[(Hook) 2x]