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| Nelly Miscellaneous Okay (Ali) St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin This new life, off the block buyin stock Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski DC to France, finance is too advanced Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!" I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted (Chorus - Ali) 2x I'm like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin "What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" (Murphy Lee) Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go 'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo' Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?" I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star 'Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come One out of five reasons why they hatin on us Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off (Chorus) (Kyjuan) Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll (What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?) When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav' Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf My whole staff love to laugh and count the money On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy I love smoke ganjä, Monday to Monday And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play It's ok, since all the dogs out All my broads out, doin they bump they ?? out And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle (Chorus) I'm like okaaaay |
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