CHORUS:
(Nelly:)
I am the king of the city
Top down windows up
Puffin' like Ditty
Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin' pretty
Repeat chorus
(Nelly:)
Well if you run wit' your niggas
Then I walk with my killas
You will never have a woman
Head as long as I'm the dealer
What you fella (uh)
You sure you want some
I run wit' slum, cats play like they bums
Money in large sums, navigators and guns
Baby mamas wit' sons
Ain't afraid to let you have it
If you trick with their loved ones
Oh I mores no, no (you tripled your fare)
You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
My jagged edge will leave you my death is so, so
Type of person continue short sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket
You don't want just blow, blow
The only bird I get wit' more is the doe-doe
They be like oh, oh
It's what they screamin' from the back
Play Nintendo, is when I hit'em with the ax
Put your gun away
And you might live to see another day
Come in head, run and done, bustin' like andele
Repeat chorus twice
(Keyuan:)
So now you got a range
(Boy I been had wheels)
Aiyyo you think you gotta little change
(Yeah my dirties love me truly)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
(Ya never knew me)
Ya use to clam gangs (uh-huh)
(City Spud:)
Yo, when I ride vo-cal it's either Tim's or Knight
When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice
When the Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic
Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes
Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes
Fronted two P's of L.G, flip it twice
Hang 'round with cats who bust and they don't think twice
Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice
Scraping the dimes for whole orders of china-men rice
Now I sacrificed my life for publishing writes
Hoping everything gonna be aight
(Murphy Lee:)
St. Lunatics at the super bowl
Top roll gettin' super blow
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
Now we hear the Louie tho
It's two below hundred degrees
I'm drivin' about 103
With a S.T.L hat on
Top down holdin' a blunt
You know I'm smokin' wit' the windows up
I be the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man
You don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where
The muddy Mississippi might sink you man
I'm getting brains in the Range
With the brains blown out
With TV's, the wood grain and
Them thangs rolled out
Repeat chorus twice
(Ali:)
It's like a hot day in July
Just bangin' when I fool guys
It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high
On the hills on the lane
64 Chevy the brains
Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
How you doin' mama my name is Lee
I be the fabulous M.C you heard of
St. Lunatics word up
I'm like "OK", all the sun out
Ice down but I still pull a gun out
Feel that, bow down
It's real rap
Verbaly peel a cap as I stomp dem out
Toe shake 16 bars of earthquake
If I do the whole song boom
It's Vietnam
You see it wrong
So I'ma gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on
Who I'm gone to take home
Ya might get jumped
Grab a cell call me tall
Need some Air Max 'cause dem boys
Bobbin' like stone, and a...
Repeat chorus twice
(Cedric The Entertainer:)
Ya ready for this, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya
Wassup, representing on wax
Talkin' on record like P-Diddy
I'm just here hollering for The Kings of Comedy
You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Burnie B. Mac,
Keepin' it on the D.L Hugley
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?
Nah no doubt though aight?
(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh
You know I, spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy
I spit game like that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call
And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall
So
(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike
Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight
Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight
Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like
He think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee
Running through his veins like an IV, highspeed
Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D.
Better catch me now while my price is low
Demandin five digits when the Lunatics blow
Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what?
(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that
When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin
about a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter
My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor
Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her
SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner
I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter
I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on
(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
(Nelly - talking)
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot more, drop it like over herr baby girl, uh
(Chorus - Nelly)
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
(Ali)
Let me in ma', so I can hit it
Make you wanna leave wit' it, take you home and sleep wit' it
Tell your friends that we did it in the back of the Coupe
With your back on the sunroof holla'in out "whoop-de-whoop"
You be like "girl, he put in work, hit it all night
He rocked my world, came out that skirt, soon as I hit that door
He thorough, while you twerk, so much Mo' and Cris' I urled all on my skirt
We still kicked it," (let me in know)
You ain't heard, that playa bad
St. Louis nigga to the end, with a fo'-fo' mag
And 'til them 'tic niggas kick in, let a fire bag
The party just would not begin, 'til you shake that ass, now shake that ass
I'm like, uh, "whoa hossie" and that ass ain't playin
I'm a teach it to go varsity in a passin Ram
Marry me and, divorce me and get my cash advance
Your best bet's to deep throat me as fast as you can, I'm like
(Chorus)
(Murphy Lee)
Ay yo, I'm Murphy Lee the ashtray, I touch butts all day
Treat me like a toilet, you can sit on me
And let your knees touch your nostrils
Show me that big ol' brown booty hole, let me record it like a studio
You can go and get your crew, girl, like Freddy
Huh, you Raw like Eddie, call me Murphy if you ready
Ready for whatever, Strictly Business like Halle Berry
When I'm with you like Tony Terry, say my name more times than Bloody Mary
Kinda scary gettin more head for stones than cemetaries
?? ??? done ran through more halls than Barry
At school, in the Hall gettin busy like Arsenio
I'm a rat trap like club Casino
(Keyjuan)
Ay yo, it's on fo' sho', low-cut Capris so her thongs could sho'
She probably got a man, but I've been wrong befo'
All I know is that she make her knees touch her elbows just to get in a show
I'm startin to think, this how it's supposed to go
Get blowed before we go where we supposed to go
Workin since ninety-fo', I'm supposed to blow
Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo'
Rollin Mo-Mos, Optimos, they burn slow
Rollin fo'-do's, sippin Mo' with fo' hoes
I'm a two-triple-0, U-City, gigalo
Duece Duece Bigalow, love a man, Joe Blow
And you should pay me, I'm Super like Nintendo
Make your hands touch the flo', your knees don't bend tho'
In the Benzo, tinted windows, if the bounce is right, the ounce is right
Meet me at my house tonight
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Now baby girl got a rump on 'er, fo'-do' and a trunk on 'er
Low miles, no dents, title readin "one owner"
Some are wanna-be baller, baby daddies that don't want 'er
He ain't trippin 'til he see another nigga get on her
But she a good girl, actin bad when she need be
I wish you would girl, hit me so often she beep me
On some "Nelly, come meet me, it's the first lady
My president is out the country I need the VP"
I'm in the White House, butt-naked and iced out
Turn the lights out, and I'm turnin your wife out
Same chick you jumped the broom with, throwin the rice out
Same cat shoppin with rats, throwin the mice out
I like 'em clumsy mo', just let everything hit the flo'
Not once, not twice, three times, but fo'
Each time, makin her knees touchin her elbows
I said, each time, lookin at me, yellin she want mo'
I'm like, ohh!
(Chorus)
(Nelly - talking)
Baby girl like to shake a lot, huh, baby girl like to shake a lot
Huh, baby girl like to, uh, uh, uh, uh
Do your thizzle Moet, hah, hah, and do your thizzle Moet
Hah, hah, shake it like that for, hah, yeah
Three-one-four fo' sho', S-T-L and I connect the do'
(Ali)
Yeah, yeah, check, check
See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance
Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan
Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down
It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds
It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds
It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town
I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's gotta be illegal, Bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit
Witnessess, "I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit"
"Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick"
Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules
Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes
I'm like the heir to the throne
Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone
Tell 'em "go'on"
(Chorus)
Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob
Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob
Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob
Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob
Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob
Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won
(Kyjuan)
Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done
Keep huns screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"
On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob
See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya
Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya
Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er
First cat out the Lou that you knew that
Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants
Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands
This man, he keeps it real sweet
With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets
I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak
I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets
Pick door number three if your price is right
I'll pull a DJ Quik "tonite is the night"
(Murphy Lee)
Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid
I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six
With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off
You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off
Now, and not right now but right now!
And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce
The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south
Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch
And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin
They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice or somethin
A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin
Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin
So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin
Uh, Ay, Ay
Uh, Would you be my girl?
Would you be my, (would you be my girlfriend?)
Would you be my, (would you be my girlfriend?)
Uh, Ay
Check it
He don't want you like I want you believe me boo I done told ya
He don't appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold ya
He don't love you like I can love you
Or squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back and in fact I'll buckle your knees (hey)
Please okay, baby what's it gon take for you to be my lady (tell me right now)
I hear your friends say you should
Your parents say you was good
Your lil' sister keep yellin', "Nelly, I wish you would"
But you're hesitatin', debatin' whether or not it's real
I ain't shootin game, boo, I'm just tellin you how I feel
I'm diggin everything about you
Your hips and the way the sway
I hate to see you leave boo, but let us see ya all the way
I'll be your personal shrink, boo, I care what you think
I bought the Bentley in pink 'cuz my dough Nsync
So tell ya man (bye bye) and tell 'em your long (gone)
Ain't no needin' waitin' up, you done found you another (home)
(woo)
I don't know why you care (why you thinkin' bout him mamma?)
He doesn't even know you're there
'Cause he don't love your eyes (no)
And he don't love your smile (no)
Girl you know that ain't fair (c'mon)
In the middle of the night
Is he gonna be by your side?
Or will he run and hide?
You don't know cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Does the man even know you're alive?
I got an idea
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good (I'll treat you good girl)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend
I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Does he know what you feel (does he know what you feel?)
Are you sure that it's real yeah (are you sure?)
Does he ease your mind (nah)
Or does he break your stride?
Did you know that love could be a shield yeah
In the middle of the night (hoooo)
Is he gonna be by your side? (no no)
Or will he run and hide?
You don't know cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry (oooh)
Is he gonna stand by your side? (no no)
Does the man even know you're alive?
I got an idea (listen girl)
Won't you be my girlfriend (yeah yeah)
I'll treat you good (I'll treat you good girl)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should, baby
'Cause if you were my girlfriend (uh uh uh uh)
I'd be your shining star (I'd be that one to shine for ya, girl)
The one to show you where you are
(Check it, ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Nelly:
I need a fiance, cute as Beyonce,
Ghetto like Da Brat
Ready to scrap when I say
The talents of Alicia, my fault Ms. Keys
I take the hips off Trina
And lips off Eve
I put ya so high on a pedestal
It might make ya nose bleed
So much ice around ya ankles
And watch ya toes freeze
Whats wrong, ma?
Ya man ain't brining ya joy?
Don't trip flip ya scrip to a country boy
Now c'mon
Ever since I saw your face
Nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end, yeah
I've searched around this whole damn place
And everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend... oh
Why don't you be my girlfriend (yeah)
I'll treat you good (uh)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'cause if you were my girlfriend (my girlfriend)
I'd be your shining star (be your shining star yeahh)
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend (you make my heart sing)
Ahh... (uh uh uh uh) (you make my heart sing)
Ahh... (you make my heart sing)
Ahh... (uh uh uh uh) (my baby, baby, yeah) (you make my heart sing)
Ahh... (girl you should be my girlfriend) (would you be my)
Girl you should be my girlfirend (would you be my girl)
Girl you should be my girlfriend (would you be my)
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Hey Mister
Stick out ya wrist, how many in this
Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes
I need to see how deep them pockets get
Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit
Verse 1
15 miles an hour, maybe so
You can make it straight from your seat to your front door
You can get a glimpse of the one that they call mo'
Mr. low-pro, fans peepin like der he go
Two lane now, put yo bite on me
Y'all done waited too long, I got a tax ID
Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see
Full coverage on my feet
Hold up, slow it down and let me think about it
Froze up, erraything that you can see around me
My neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine
I done took you best shot, now dirty you hold mine
Got cats goin to jail, tryin to do what I do
I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come through
2-0-2, light grey blue
Stiched in the carpet, you know who-ooh
Chorus - Girl
Nelly
Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
Don't be afraid go now
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
Verse 2
Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost
Who the boss, flossin is applesauce
Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday
Now I buy Escalades on birthdays
Lex and Merced eez on deez
E's off these, n-u-t's
I cough and sneeze, for frost bit sleeves
It's not just me, but really my family
You want the run down, keep it poppin to sun down
Dirty come now, I'm a show you who run the town
Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song
When he at home, irrated when the video on
I'm makin ones with them niggas see my ass in the club
Puffin the bud, and spendin a hundred for every dub
What he got in his hand, I'm at it again
But I really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it
Nelly
Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
Don't be afraid go now
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
Verse 3
You can call me what you want, but call me a come up
Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why)
I'm gonna buy some shit out of herr you ain't never seen
But probly wrist bands, mo denim starched jeans
Diablo boots with the posher string
I'll take a cream-a-team shirt with the bentley sleeves
Four-door swoosh, made by nike
Drop-top jumpan suit by mike e
Got to like my playa, I'm in it for the dough
I'm in it for show, matter fact I'm in it to blow
When I wake up in the mornin, I'll be in it some mo
Garunteed anytime, dial 3-1-4
Do any escargo, gotta S car the go
0 to 60 dirty in four point 0
Second ranking niggas every where dat I go
I got the same, gotta have it, gotta have it for show
Chorus-x2
Nelly-x2
Ok, now let me see ya do it baby
Don't be afraid go now
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby
Just go ahead and make yo mama proud
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