(HOT SHIT!) Chorus: Nelly Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!) Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now [Nelly] Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome And it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Lou' 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 niggaz like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics Chorus [Nelly] Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz? Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm around nigga Frown niggaz, 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 A.I. Say hi, to my niggaz 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 niggaz to Hotlanta 'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar" Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer Chorus [Nelly] Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon +Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon Talkin really and I need it mon Foes I kick em freely 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 niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga Ice niggaz, 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 Trump let me in now Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now I win now (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now Chorus
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