Ay, ay wassup Nelly? Ay dogg I got your page, but my cell phone battery was low, I couldn't even call you back right away. But look here man, ya'll just throw down on the album brotha, I just tryin' to get atcha, we been missin' eachother You call me, I call you, we page, we missin', But look here cause this here for me man, I'm bout to lay it down and chill man I gotta, I gotta leave the country man, I gotta go to Compton Do your thang, do your thug thizzel for ya boy Playboy partna aight Ced The Entertainer Ay ya'll get at me when you can aight I'm gone man, yeah I'm gone Yea I got these warrants and the police just pulled me ova I gotta go I'll holla
Written by: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, BERNARD EDWARDS, NILE RODGERS, MISSY ELLIOTT
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