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Текст песни:

[Janet]
I don′t know if I′ve ever felt like this before
But I′m sure that the way I feel, I don′t want it to go
′Cuz I′ve cried my share of tears
And I′ve sang my share of blues
But to keep you over here, I′ll do what I got to do

[Janet]
So baby, call on me
Whether day or night, I′ll never leave
[Nelly]
See you don′t have to be alone
I′ll come anywhere you want
Baby just pick up the phone and call on me
[Both]
So you ain′t know
I wanna be your homie, lover, friend
See there it go, see there it go

[Nelly]
See I never met a girl that could break me down
It′s like I get caught in the middle
I get caught up a little anytime that she′s around
I be posted, waitin′ on standby
Lookin′ to catch the hint
I′m doin′ whatever, whenever
Never forget I said I′d be here when you want
To get what you need, if you wanna receive
Oh, please believe you could

[Janet]
Call on me whether day or night
I′ll never leave
[Nelly]
See you don′t have to be alone
I′ll come anywhere you want
Baby just pick up the phone and call on me
[Both]
So you ain′t know
I wanna be your homie, lover, friend
See there it go, see there it go

[Janet]
Call on me
When ya need someone who cares
Say the words and I′ll be there
I can meet you anywhere
Call on me
Anytime that you please
Babe, whatever you want
Be whatever you need
Because you′re the one I love baby, yeah

[Janet]
Call on me whether day or night
I′ll never leave
[Nelly]
See you don′t have to be alone
I′ll come anywhere you want
Baby just pick up the phone and call on me
[Both]
So you ain′t know
I wanna be your homie, lover, friend
See there it go, see there it go, mama

[Nelly]
It don′t matter where you go
I′ll come anywhere you want me to

[Janet]
It don′t matter near or far
It′s like anything you say I′ll do

[Both]
It don′t matter where you go
I′ll come anywhere you want me to
It don′t matter near or far
It′s like anything you say I′ll do

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Intro: Nelly]
Let′s go, ay
This story we about to tell you, is all true
The names may have been changed to protect some of those close to me
Uhh, uhh, true story, but if not

[Nelly]
They say money is the root of all evil
And I′m really startin to see what it do to people
Check it (c′mon) mo′ money, mo′ problems
Well e′rybody got problems, but they expect me to solve ′em (hey)
And I can barely solve my own
Got me lookin at ′em like, "You supposed to be grown?"
And I done said this shit in four different tones
To they face, e-mails mayne and over the phone
I done said that shit calm, I done said that shit loud
I done pulled ′em to the side, I done tried to sit ′em down
But some just don′t get it
Cause they mind only focused on (hey) shit what I got
What they ain′t got, and what they can′t get
Got me lookin at my albums like "Who wrote this shit?"
Believe me man, I hope this get
just a tad bit better but I doubt that shit (it′s like hey!)

[Chorus: Nelly]
I can hear these people say, "Damn that boy done changed"
But they don′t understand the pressures I′m goin through
Oh how I wish there was a way, to change places for a day
Just so they can see what it′s like to walk a mile in my shoes

[Nelly]
Yo, listen
C′mon, I love Dave Chappelle
But I don′t know too many turn down 50 mil′
See that′s talk for real
Besides, you know what I had to go through to get this deal?
How many brothers I done seen get killed
for 50 bucks and a few of them pills? Y′all don′t feel me
(Man please) Damn right I sing all them songs
So I can buy my pops a car and my momma a home
So she can sit up on the phone with her best friend Joan
Talkin like on and on how her baby done grown
"How my baby make his own through the microphone
And how my baby been my baby since my baby was born"
But uhh, I ain′t sayin man it′s all about the money
But let′s face it, you can′t make a record for free
I′ll be damned if I watch ′em make a mil′ off me
And I just sit back and take it, for minimum wage
And I done gave ′em e′rything but my D and my A
I say hey, that′s what the contract say (contract say)
They make it seem like you can′t get away
It′s like you owe these niggaz three more days
Y′all don′t feel me (hey!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Nelly]
Woo! Uh, uh...
Shout out to my nigga Polow
Woo! A knocker right here O.G.
Uh, uh, uh, yea

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Avery Storm)

[Nelly] WOO! Uhh uhh, yeah

[Chorus: Avery Storm (Nelly)]
I ain′t even gotta talk no more
All my letters speak for itself
You see my numbers, you can add ′em up
(Now who fucks with me?)
I ain′t even gotta rap no more (no!)
My money works for itself (uhh)
I′m runnin interest while I′m sleepin man
(Now who fucks with me?)
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
(Yeah, now who fucks with me?)
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooooh
(Uhh, uhh, now who fucks with me?)
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
(Ay, now who fucks with me?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (I′m earnin interest as I′m speakin man)
(Now who fucks with me?)

[Nelly]
I ain′t even gon′ talk no mo′
When you done with the minors ma come to the pros
See I could put you in all them clothes
Your neck, wrist, ears, hands, all that froze
He could never ever put you in a rose
But anything goes when you dealin with the baller
Stand on my money if I wanna be taller
Smack him with a G, I bet he go and get his lawyer
Cause he really wanna sue me
Take the bitch route, cause he know he cannot do me
Know he can′t outdo me in the records or the movies
Man, I don′t want your girl, plus I heard she got the cooties
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
You don′t like cheap sex, I laid a mil′ on the bed
Spread it all out and we can roll around in it
Hop off in the whip and we can roll around in it
In the back seat and we can go to town in it
Or maybe on the hood, sound profound, did it?
He ain′t get the message ma, act like he ain′t get it
He ain′t catch a hint when you gave him back his rented
Now his lil′ condo one less tenant
And I did it - but you know what?

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Well who you know with ten mil′ on a plaque?
Hit the Superbowl once so they brought me on back
Ride around with my Grammy′s on the ′Llac
Better bag up nigga, Nelly bonds are the bag
Me be the rapper, Nicky Bonds be the crack
Think I fell off when they fell from the track
You wanna come to Nellyville I′ll draw you the map
Follow that yellow brick road
Follow that rainbow of diamonds down to the gold
Follow shorty as she slide down a pole
He tryna make it rain but it′s comin down slow
I hope he got the gloves cause I′m about to make it snow
(Ohh, ohh, ohhh...)
Like kids seein Santa when I walked in the club
(Hohh, hohh, hohhh...)
But I only brought presents for the girls
Listen, play with me nigga if you wanna, if you feel
Won′t kill at will but will kill Bill
Somebody better grab Bill, tell him to chill
Before somebody find him buried in the hills
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
I got a reach, try on an order myself and such
(Ah, ah, ahh...)
Cause I be feelin myself too much, now listen

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
WOO! Ohh
Uh, uh - now who fucks with me?
Yeah, I ain′t even gon′ talk no mo′
(I ain′t even gon′ talk talk talk no mo′, talk talk no mo′)
I ain′t even gon′ talk no mo′
(I ain′t even gonna talk no mo′, talk no mo′)
Now who fucks with me?

[Chorus]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Текст песни:

Where they at [8X]

[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin in the fo′ with the gold D′s
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty hot and horny so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
Boo, as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it′s on
(Know that it′s on)
I peep something comin towards me up the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Yellin I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you moving way over there

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don′t know how to act
Without no vouchers or boozers she′s bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the sky′s the limit and them haters can′t get past that
Watch me as I gas that, 4.6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of ′caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Runnin credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can′t complain now (no more)
Shit I′m the mayne now, in and out my own town
I′m gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
Can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don′t know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won′t believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Most said that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo′ dough
And I′m yellin, "I can′t help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what′s witchu?!) you for real?!

[City Spud]
Hey yo, now that I′m a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it′s all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be no stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, sippin Crissy, bubb′ mackin
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist′
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist′; niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss

[Chorus 2X]

Hey, must be the money! [4X]

[Chorus]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Chorus x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by

You see Biggie be like what′s beef?
Me I′m like what′s weed?
Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know.
Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke.
And I′m thanking my refer chief for making me choke.
I′m like one of those half-baked thugs, I′m in love.
Then after that roll cool "J′s" I mean bud.
Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds,
I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed.
Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong.
My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic.
I know one day, I′m gone stop,
but that′ll be the day when my seeds don′t pop.
You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick.
But on the other hand, as soon as I′m sober I forget.
Shit, I′m still stuck at point "A" ya dig,
and my momma think that I should quit.

[Chorus 2X]

Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I′m sick now, I think I′m catching glaucoma.
Standin′ on the corner, looking for weed donars.

You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve.
Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd.
That′s my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden),
make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing.

Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors.
See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers.
Say dutch time, roll up it′s clutch time,
and I burn mine, don′t you ever ever touch mine.

Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0.
Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro.
Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich
gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed.

[Chorus 2X]

All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo.
If I wasn′t high I′d probably know a little more,
but since I don′t some might consider me slow.
Don′t worry though.
I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag.
Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash.
Choking after that but don′t the blunt pass.
"What we doin′ today" Same shit we did last week.
Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up.
Bag up and make some runs and roll up.
5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up.
Ok made a left so continue to roll up.
Don′t get me wrong police, yo I stop for them,
But guaranteed when they leave I′ll be smoking again
Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag.
The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab.

[Chorus 2X]

[Fade]

[Chorus]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen)
(This is a Jazze Phizzle productshizzle)

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

Since that cop can′t see his eyes, who could it be?
With the newest STL or who that but me
Who else with us behind the the tint or the new GT
The continental on blow got them feeling real glo
Till they stomachs stick to, furr real, they grossed out
19′s I come, 22′s poke out
Just to see when they roll out, I′m killin the folks now
His money just chingy, my money it fold out
Man, this happened vegas, and they hit me for a mil′ worth
How many rappers man can tell you what a mil′ worth
All my life damn worryin bout a meals worth

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

(Yo yo yo)
I′m def′er than Jermaine, you could say I′m so so
Player taylor made, thats a no no
Sure it a ′aftermath′, but I ain′t a doctor
Squad full of ′BG′s′, city full of them choppas
Way more ′Game′ than the kid with the G-Unit
Cracks by the gram an hour, thats a G-Unit
Like Ciara when I′m keeping the ′Goodies′
Cuz′ I′m Jazzy like Pha with a tank in the Hoody
I′m Like..

Yea, you need to make your mind up
Ain′t see her by now, you ain′t gon′ find her
She looks good, but she looks finer
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Yea, King- Laker, you ain′t gotta know
Baggette you so real, cuz you gotta know
Got the type that make ya baby momma OD
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

Okay, now let me see you do it baby,
Okay, don′t be afraid go now
And don′t be ashamed of how you do it baby,
Just (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

You see I′m tired of playin games with
Niggaz with money names
For real money, you lame
I put your money to shame
Ha, this ain′t cynical
(Naw) This ain′t subliminal
I′m physical, financial and mental to be a general
Why the momma types you want a {soldier}
Not the type that in the tank but in the {Rover}
Yea man you at the game orderin refreshments
I′m on the floor watching my investment
Buttoned up, some call it grown up look
I like to call it havin money that fold up look
That Don Perignon, Chrystal cold up look
Got her (whoa whoa whoa whoa)

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to shake that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Uh you see errtime that beat go (beat go) I need you to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won′t ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl
Break it down, break it down for me
Don′t run outta gas girl

(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Chuck D)

[Nelly]
You got to believe in yourself
Don′t let nobody tell you what you can′t be
You got to believe in yoursel-elf, yeah
And everything else′ll work out, you′ll see
Ohh (ohh) ohh, ohh, hoh!

[Chorus: Nelly]
You got to believe in yourself
Don′t let nobody tell you what you can′t be
You got to believe in yoursel-elf, yeah
And everything else′ll work out, you′ll see
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
I think I - naw, I know I can
I think I - naw, I know I can
I think I - naw, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can, ay

[Nelly - over Chorus]
Ay, yeah
Nobody, uh-uh uh uhh
Everybody I think I...
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

[Nelly]
You see my poppa was a rollin stone
And my momma had problems of her own
But I still managed to make it out okay
... ohh, ohh
Although I′m hailed as a hometown hero
Still in my hometown I′m seen as a negro
But man, that′s okay
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
It′s so many obstacles in life to overcome
And as soon as you jump over one here come another come
But we got to be strong, and set examples for our sons
If the sun don′t shine, then the decayin has begun

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
They say I′m old enough to go to war
But I ain′t old enough to play in the NBA no more
Now you tell me, what′s wrong with that?
Ah ah ah, ah-ah ah ah
I pledge allegiance all the way to Iraq
But ain′t nobody pledgin to me when I get back
Tell my Uncle Sam he wrong for that
Ah ah ah, WOO!
You see my self-esteem, I′m never leavin home without it
They told me I′d never make it, they told me I ain′t doubt it
Now tell me whoever make it, now tell me I ain′t got it
I′m seein (No Limits) nigga, who sayin I ain′t (Bout it)?
WOO!

[Chorus]

[Chuck D - over Chorus]
That′s right, you gotta believe it y′all, c′mon
I know I can
I think I - naw, I know I can
I think I - naw, I know I can
Know I can, know you can

[Chuck D]
Rock on Nelly, rock on my brother
Keep your head up over the storm, young fella (hoh!)
Got a letter from the government, opened and read it
Uhh, and told ′em all to forget it
C′mon, cause we BELIEVE in the future
Uncle Sam sent his man to recruit ya
You still can′t trust it, cause you came this far
End of discussion, when you KNOW who you are

[Chorus]

[Chuck D - over Chorus]
That′s right believe, c′mon now
Don′t let nobody tell you, what you can be
C′mon Nelly, tell ′em man
That′s right, rockin it positivity, that′s right
I know I can, I know I can
I think I, I know I can

[Outro: Chuck D]
You gotta believe it
You gotta believe, my brother
You keep doin your thing
That′s right, keep that head up
All the way to the future
That′s right, for the babies baby
For the babies

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is y′all ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[Nelly]
I′ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco′s (alright)
Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws
I draft ′em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo′, and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo′"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I′ll be right back; yeah that′s my very next line
I use it - time after time, when I′m speakin my mind
It′s no matter if I′m shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the ′tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit
But ain′t nobody else droppin shit like this
Should we apologize? Nah fuck ′em, just leave ′em pissed, HEY!

Chorus: repeat 2X

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What′s poppin tonite?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery′night

[Nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
Some say I′m wrong, but fuck it I′m grown, nigga
If you ain′t bout money then best be gone, nigga
I′m fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don′t be scared boo, go ′head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an
Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours
Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!

Chorus

[Nelly]
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho′s mouth, I ain′t picky
Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?
Don′t make me pull that fo′-fo′ ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty, project mo′ wrapped up than Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you′ll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
+Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the ′tics in Maui, HEY!

Chorus

[Nelly]
St. Louis y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal y′all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y′all

Chorus (to fade + ad libs)

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Chorus
Me and you go hand to hand
And I don′t give a damn
I′ll always be your man
It′s something about you smilin′
That lights my life
I need you by my side
I need you in my life
As long as me and you keep doing
What we′re doin′
′Cause I know it′s right
′Cause I know what we ask won′t take us to our lives

Are we meeting again?
When that young man was kid and a wimp
We′ll I′m just .. you the beat until it ends
′Cause I′m so damn hot
Like the heat when I win
I′m speaking to him like I′m speaking to him
So little wimp no fucking beat for your swim
Yes, I′m keeping all the little shuck up
I′m just like the algebra course that you took up
I′m smooth like a ...
I floss like a new truck
So you all gonna get chewed up
So what the fuck is left to say?
I′m speaking so hard
Like a gun when is sprayed
If you′re caught in my way
You will talk like your gay
And start walking away
Like you′re stoppin′ in a way


Chorus
Me and you go hand to hand
And I don′t give a damn
I′ll always be your man
It′s something about you smilin′
That lights my life
I need you by my side
I need you in my life


As long as me and you keep doing
What we′re doin′
′Cause I know it′s right
′Cause I know what we ask won′t take us to our lives


I′ve just cruised around my CD
Tell you the truth
Hell needs to fuck with me, ′cause really
Just look at me
Everything about me looks silly
If I pissed ... scalp me up in Philly
While he′s shouting up like P Diddy
I′m around to my ...
Get punches like ..
Like I′m blacking out the city
Need a .. amount to kill me
′Cause I′m standing out to heal me
And I let loose the can
Like I′m staying out in Philly
Pusy ha ha ha
Your miss tape was over rated
I′ll take any of your tracks
Up in the lab and .. degrade it
So listen! I′m the greatest one
I .. ain′t go pay this ...


Chorus
Me and you go hand to hand
And I don′t give a damn
I′ll always be your man
It′s something about you smilin′
That lights my life
I need you by my side
I need you in my life
As long as me and you keep doing
What we′re doin′
′Cause I know it′s right
′Cause I know what we ask won′t take us to our lives

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Lil′ Wayne)

[talking through megaphone]
Yo, uh, you didn′t see this one comin did ya
All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.
Nelly-Nel and Lil′ Wayne

[Nelly]
On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!)
You know it and these cats hate it
I got nothing outdated
If it is it′s self rated
S-class wit everything voice-activated
Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it
Paid wit big faces; if it′s broke then replace it
Now it′s like that; Purple Haze and Cognac
On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back

[Lil′ Wayne]
I represent them street niggas
When they get hot, carry the heat niggas
Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas
You livin on the edge Fleet nigga
That′s why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga
Ain′t nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4′s in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin
Walk through you house wit my iron now when

[Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)]

This is for my niggaaassss
Who be keepin it tight
Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchessss
Wit the style and grace
Who ain′t hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face

[Nelly]
I ain′t bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen
And she ain′t a nonadeada my niggas then I′m splitin
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump +Nore+ number six, "bitch give me some head"
And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist
Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips
And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot
Bout ta tell ya the truth
I′m more focused I′m born in the Lou′

[Chorus]

[Lil′ Wayne]
I ain′t no busta nigga
Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here
You don′t make out alive very often up in here
I′ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
I′m a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna
I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna
Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers
Weezy-wez partna

[Nelly]
Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle
Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle
Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn′t know
If you was the Jackie Frost why didn′t you say so
Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me
Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week
Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet
Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin′ freaks

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss

[talking through megaphone]
Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha
We know ya didn′t see that one comin
Uh, uh ee-yah
Uh, uh wodie

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I′ll get your groove back
And give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me
Give it to me
Show it to me

[Hook]
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Aye give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Hey whatcha doin′?

Give it to me
Show it to me
And let it wiggle ′cause I like it when you do that
Come kick it wit me, I can help you get your groove back
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Now give it to me
Show it to me
Just give it to me
Hey whatcha doin′?

Just give it to me
Show it to me

[T.I.]
I got a whack dough flow
Stacks on swole
Five different hoes in Cadillac four door
Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold
I′ll bust ya in your stomach leave you back on the floor
You see T.I. and Nelly on it, know the track gone blow
Man you niggas barely pro, I don′t even practice no more
Aye shawty I was gettin′ dough when you was rappin so-so
When you barely had flow I had crack for the low
You can stunt for the audience and act for the hoes
Let me ask you what you gon′ do when we ain′t actin′ no more
Aye when I finish wit you you ain′t even gon′ be rappin′ no more
Aye "How he doin′?, Where he at?" somethin′ they ain′t askin′ no more
Aye picture me not bein′ the main attraction no more
That′s all the talkin′ I care to do to you back to the hoes
Baby drop it back it up til you can′t back it no more
You show me you bout that action, I′ll throw a stack on the floor

[Hook]

[Nelly]
Aye come on in lil mama sit down pay attention
You don′t want to get to school, then take your ass to detention
Stick my key in your ignition, I′m crankin′ up your engine
I′m pullin′ your extensions Now we switchin′ up positions
Got an ill technique, in makin′ ya knees weak
A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak
To your G4 seat, we′ll be back next week
so tell that lame ass nigga you got places to be
So give me your participation, don′t need no hesitation
Don′t want to be mistaken, ma I′m plannin′ on relations
Yea, you rollin′ wit the King and the One
Country niggas in the chevy passin′ Grey Poupon
Man, we been gettin′ dough since we was way too young
The record sales was the mob that′ll make me a Don
You see this is why I′m hot, and this is why he not
so mama climb on top, and show me what you got, aye

[Hook]

[T.I. & Nelly]
The independent ladies that can buy their own Mercedes I say
That′s the one, that′s the one
Country girls that represent, payin′ they own rent holla
That′s the one, that′s the one
For the women constantly poppin′ tags with the newest Louis bags yea
That′s the one, that′s the one
To all the girls who in shape, slim waist, pretty face hey
That′s the one, that′s the one
Okay
Now bend that ass over

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

[Fat Joe]
Crack! Yeah, Scott Storch y′all
Dirty, Crack! C′mon

[Chorus One: Nelly]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
I said it′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
I got that plat no limit American Express card
Mami you can get whatever you like
Plus I got that all-black Phantom it′s tinted on four sides
Go ′head kiss it, they can′t see us inside
Mami tell me do you like - it, I know you like - it
It′s written all over your face don′t fight - it
You like - it, more than I like - it
So put it all over your face don′t bite - it
From rags to riches, club packed with bitches
Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious (muah)
And we can get it poppin in the bathroom
Don′t be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him
Then we can all fuck
It′s like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all struck
Ao www! We pissy drunk off of Seraphim
I′m up in V.I.P. and these bitches are screamin let me in

[Nelly]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus Two: Nelly]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
It′s two up in the mornin now, and I′m tryin to go home wit′chu
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
Ha ha, yeah, uhh, yo, uh
Get it poppin, go ′head and drop it
It′s written all over your face, don′t stop it
Just drop it, more like it′s hot miss
Kick in the do′ with the fo-fo messin with Joe
Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I
put a drink on it and I came right back
She would never talk to a lame like that
In my ear screamin how you got a name like Crack
Crack - similar to Mike Jones
Hear my name enough, then I′m takin you home
Ao wwwwww! You know I walk with I talk with
I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you′re gone
What I look like, not takin at least
three to six women out the club with me
Now we back to the fuck pad, call it the fuck pad
Cause all these bitches fuckin with me, talk to ′em dirty

[Nelly]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus Three: Nelly, Fat Joe]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)

Well it′s two up in the mornin and, them niggaz try′n hate on your crew
Nigga what′chu gon′ do? (I′ma get get get it poppin)
Yeah what′chu gon′ do? (I′ma get get get it poppin)

[Fat Joe]
Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion
What′chu call it - suicide, it′s a suicide
And if them niggaz talk shit cause they drunk off that potion
They commitin - suicide, it′s a suicide
Let′s get it poppin my niggaz (Cook, yo)
I got a shotty my niggaz (oh, Lord)
I feel sorry for your mudda, give a fuck what you say
Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape

[Chorus Four: Nelly]
It′s two up in the mornin girl, and the DJ playin that song
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
Now what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
It′s four up in the mornin now, and I′m tryin to go home wit′chu
Girl what′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
What′chu gon′ do? (Gonna get get get it poppin)
C′mon

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, it′s Crack! (What′chu gon′ do)
Cafe {?}, all my people in there partyin
All the party people across the world
Ladies, "Things of that Nature"

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. St. Lunatics)

[City Spud]
Yo, ′for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal
I′m the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga
And if I got beef I let the whole world know it
So if you got beef let the whole world know it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It′s the chance for your big career, don′t blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain′t finished talkin ′bout it ′till ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I′m hot son, yo that′s why I carry hot guns
I′m on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna′ find misses
Yo I′m gettin head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad ′cause they riches ain′t like my riches

[Murphey Lee]
A yo, I′m Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, vocal ? and wallabies
I smoke la like ? it got me boomin like bad-a-bing
Rap, don′t gotta sing ′cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
? long, head at night, head in the morn
Lunatic, five strong, king kong′s are writin songs
Cats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
Same crew now, it′s too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin always sayin they too proud
If I ruled the world, I do now
Me and the ′Tics ′bout to rack ′em and move the crowd

[Hook - (Lunatics) 2x]
Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

[Ali]
I rip grass and smash, with a 44 mag
This nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash
Nigga ?? hurt ′em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin trash ′bout whoopin my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get his brains blew back with a new gat
Yellin "true that", hollowtips is goin cleeeeean through that
And I didn′t have to get my whole team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to score on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weak
We be ??? , Jackie Frost, ???
Danny Terrio, ?? shows to the Motorola
Money hold up, whippin the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin, I′m paid, so controllin y′all
Yiggidy yes y′all like Das EFX, I′s be next
To rep that Midwest, it′s sets and projects

[Keyaun]
Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes
′Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake
I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I′m sellin CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake
Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate
First you caught a case, second you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin on them ′Tics, huh, they gon′ be late
In your house with your spouse I′m doin the nasty
I′m a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays
Branson and hashy, ?? and wrap somethin
And burn the place, ya heard me

[Nelly]
Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the back door, infrared low
Tell me somethin that I don′t already know
Like, which one of these closets contain cash flow
Got three little problems I just thought you should know
Peep, I′m addicted to ′yes′ and I′m allergic to ′no′
I′m obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon′ blow
Heard through the grapevine you lookin for me
Couldn′t be, ′cause if it was you would be bookin from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3
Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"
Back the car up, pop the trunk now
Can ya hold ya breath ′cause I′ma flood this town
That ass scream "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"

[(Hook) 1 1/2x]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

Right up in here, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in here, and don′t bend unda pre′sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don′t let the game fuck you
Check it out

[Nelly]
I - opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z′s
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger′s an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small Wallgreens
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
When the - spot get hot don′t stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now

[Chorus Repeat 2x]
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
Fuck tha game don′t let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do

[Nelly]
So you think you′re the shit nigga YA smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I′ll never take another man′s glory
Shit don′t mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin′ higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
One time out in the Range Rover
(WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over
What tha hell y′all fuckin wit me fo?
Speed limit 30 just doin 34
"Yeah son, where the gun?" It′s at home wit tha dope
"Oh you a smart ass ha?" Nah that′s my lil joke
"How bout I tow yo truck in?" Ain′t no need to be provoked
besides everything up in here done been smoked
I ain′t got nuttin but tapes and CDs
Pocket full of G′s and two tickets across seas
So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees
Ain′t no more questions then hand me my ID
You could tell he was pissed
cuz the black man in the black range
doin black things wit his black change
Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane
And if I wasn′t in his face he probably be callin me names

[Chorus]

@ Nelly

Текст песни:

(feat. Ciara, JD)

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
Uhh... (ooooooh)
Uhh, ha ha (uh, uh, listen)
Y′all know what this is! (let′s go)

[Nelly {J.D.}]
We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall (mall)
Just so we could be the first ones with ′em on {c′mon}
Returned to school by lunchtime like, "Nigga what now?"
And today we in the club like, "Nigga what now?"
You better look down cause uhh, I know you see ′em {say what?}
I know you see ′em {say what?} I know you see ′em
I paid - a thousand for the jeans, I paid 200 for the shoes
And uhh, fuck a shirt, I′ma rock these tattoos (and uh)
You see my fitted mayne, I represent the crib
Cause even at the crib, I represent the crib
I, might pop my grill in - and I, might let my chain hang
And I, might wrap my wrist dang {go on derrty do the damn thang}
I get ′em free {say what} but I pay
And if I want I rock a different year of J′s e′ry day (uhh)
A different style, different color is a must
But uhh, it′s all good until I get my first scuff and I′m like

[Chorus: Nelly {w/ J.D. ad libs}]
Hell naw, ain′t no way (what′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (what?)
Stepped on my J′s, he done stepped on my J′s
These just came out! He done stepped on my J′s (uhh)
Hell naw, ain′t no way (what′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (what?)
Stepped on my J′s, he done stepped on my J′s
I can′t believe this shit! He done stepped on my J′s

[Jermaine Dupri]
Uhh, I-I-I got ′em all (got ′em all) but they don′t get no run
Like them 13′s, 7′s, number fo′ and the 1′s
I like, how they look with Dickies, how do Levi lay on ′em?
If you ain′t got ′em when you see me you definitely gon′ want ′em
If they knew I gotta get ′em first, old as a copper box
Hook ′em with a shirt, and the matchin color socks
I think the coldest was the black on black with leathers with the red bottom
Or the number 9′s, you shoulda seen me when I got ′em
I was in my house (in my house) dancin in the mirror
Straight thinkin ′bout gettin out and how I′m ′bout to kill ′em
When you know you got a pair that ain′t nobody got (body got)
You can′t hold ′em back homie, you gotta rock (you gotta rock)
I′m a addict, a Jordan fanatic, little Morris Blackman{?}
I know when they comin, number, color, e′rything that′s happenin
You know, a different style, a different color is a must
But uhh, it′s all good until I get my first scuff and I′m like

[Chorus]

[Ciara]
I-I-I, I see you lil′ daddy you look sexy with them J′s on
I pull up in the drop, and step out, with them things on
I got me the black and pink - patent leather with the grey
Matchin with the skinny jeans - off with the shades
I know you see me (I know you see me) my jeans be never slippin (slippin)
The paparazzi, I might stop and take a picture in ′em
Yeahhhhh, we be fresh every day
And if you lookin for me lil′ daddy you can find me in the A! A! A! A!

[Nelly {J.D.}]
I got the red toe 1′s, uhh
{Then I bought the} 2′s {and the} 3′s {and the} 4′s {uhh}
I had to order these, you can′t find them in the store {nope}
Called up my stylist like, "Shorty send more"
And if you would please send ′em to me out on tour
{Uh-uh, uh-uh} They be here in a minute mayne
See I got that connect where I can damn near get like anythang
Plus all my hoes on ′em, then I′ma stroll on ′em
I call my hook-up at the store like "Put a hold on ′em"
Them Carolina number 9′s matchin patent leather wristbands
Patent leather number 11′s, we call ′em Space Jams
You in my space man, I′ma make you jump man
I′ll make you jump, the jump, the jump jump man
See on my weekends, my J′s play a part
I′m rockin these to the club and these to the park
I′m puttin these on now and these here tomorrow
A spare off in my car, just in case I catch a scar

[Chorus]

@ Nelly