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Artist Nelly

{*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outdated If it is it's self rated S-class wit everything voice-activated Chrome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

am 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 am more focused I am 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 ama speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna I am 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

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