Lyrics:
just chillin' with Murph Dert!
Your girl's in the club, but feelin' on Murph Dert!
And half of these hoe's be askin' for Nelly team
I don't know where
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
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
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells
said, "come over here, hey hey good lookin'
Can I buy you a beer?" It's like Nelly said, "It's gettin' hot in here!"
She said, "I'm headin' out to Vegas
I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells
flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing
merely
Freak by choice, not force, I would never be
Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be
Why should I let that worry me?
Too many
Da NBA Looks
By: Mizzo
Intro: Yea yea, Mizzo...
Yea Nelly you'll love this one
Verse #1: I put u on locks and then I say I got them
Then I'm rollin
[Intro: Nelly]
Whoo! (so filthy)
So filthy... so filthy
[Chorus: Nelly]
I said it's my party
I can get high if I want to
I can blaze or light if I
already the truth
When I was 12 I played the PS2
Saving money for a new sweatsuit
Shit, round the same time Nelly dropped sweatsuit
They gon let me in,
Nelly man are too bait
They tried to stop my shine but they're out of time them man are too late
I think they should retire them man expired so out
Lady, I don't wanna dance with nobody but you|If you don't believe me (mamma) let me just work on your body to prove||[Nelly:]|You see shorty got it
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one
talks]
Now this one, goes out, to my little homegirls
Nelly's daughters and all my lil homegirls daughters
Verse 2:
Now take lil pretty fine Priscilla,
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
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,
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
T.I., I told 'em how the be fly
Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly
Before JD, I was jigglin' baby
Before Lil' Jon, I put the South on
Before
I'mma chill baby, we don't want the devil in this bitch, naw
Got bad one we could call it Kelly Rowland
Ooh she get the jelly rollin'
I can nelly in
lesbians
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9
Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine
Hit em wit a Tommy so my
Niggas call me Pammy and I
Always eat
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