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to cross the line
But that's why we built these walls

[Chorus: Nelly Furtado]
We been friends for a long time, a very close friend of mine
Love you
make the world dance, yeah look what I done did
Hits for Jay-Z, Nelly Furtado
Catch up, y'all slow, escargot
Nelly did fourteen mill', where's Fargo?
to cross the line
But that's why we built these walls

[Chorus: Nelly Furtado]
We been friends for a long time, a very close friend of mine
Love you
[Nelly Furtado]
Ba da ba ba ching ching ching
Ba da ba ba ba ching ching
What about the money that I spent up today [Repeat: x 4]

[Timbaland]
to Nellyville
I need to see, what I can say
Won't you and me - go to Nellyville
I want to go, so bad
I just want to go and look
Won't you please take me
and the mustangs
Code name Nelly got messages on the tele
By Lisa, Tomika, Angela, Rachel, and Sister Shelly

Oh really, you say some of these names might ring
And no bombs
Went off that day
So I am still here to say
Birmingham
I'm wishing you all of my best
Oh Birmingham
I'm wishing you all of my best
Oh
'cause they've got something to say
Don't sell me short!
You've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
Just because I don't belong
Like it or not I'm
want to handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't want to leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..
even have to say it, baby want to stop and play it
Rewind that, pop and grind that
You'll find that, a woman like yourself can't keep cumin by yourself
on by
We're not leavin' one more time
Shorty's got her back to me
Show me what you got for me
Watch you move from side to side
Lick your lips then
'cause she's just standing there as if I'm shooting free throws
(Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only want to buy shoes
(Big boy) she said I love you
to the microphone.
I say hey man!
There's only one way!
One God, one body, one faith alone.
If you don't...

I'm not ashamed to let you know
I want this light in me
ain't stoppin me dawg 
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords 
You will, die by the gun
lil jon]
Hey!
The pussy hoes in the club we searchin'
For the workin', straight twerkin'
Say, what's that noise? sit by the start
Dick get hard,
Excuse Im takin' to you...hey... 
Aye girl, I just want to talk to you for a minute...Ow 

(Verse 1) 
Manolo pumps is tappin' and you lips
the biggest criminal in the world
Welcome to Gotham City, it's a Dark Knight

What the fuck do you mean, that I ain't in shape? Go bag Nelly
I go and get me
And here you are again, emotions in your hand
Like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance
Tell me that it hurts again
Tell me that it weighs you
nick by the bad ass ho,
Know what I'm saying, no, right, let me tell you,
Wanna tell you a little bit of what I found, though.
Tell me about it, I'm
To subjugate, dehumanize a race, call 'em property
And say that we are powerless to stop it, can you not foresee?
Sir, even you, you have hundreds of slaves
Killa
This that harlem music right here
This that Diddy bop, get ready for the winner music
That's what it is
Killa, Dip set

Uh, uh
You know
Now what these bitches want to talk about, "Shut da fuck up"
These strippers turn to rappers comin out, "Shut da fuck up"
Who write your shit, you say
good you are?"
"It'll just take me to show ya"

Now what you niggas want to talk about,  "Shut da fuck up"
Stank hoopy bitches, and your bank
Glory Hallelujah's, you miss a call I knew ya'
And what's ya' name? 
My name Ali, I want to stick it to ya'
Now as I sit there and check ya', ya'
no woman in three years
I had one little two little three little Indian
Be-I-z Markie is what it is
And if it's hard for you to spell, then just say