Lyrics:
be me could be nobody else
Watch how I do it myself
Bitch I'm the champ
I'm the one with the belt
Plus I'm so hot I just make the shit melt
All by
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
that they never check fee (fee)
Trickle my stark Delly (Jelly) easy finds it wit Nelly (Relly)
Sickle with my heart round medalion
Hanging all
demo out, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever, just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight,
realest nigga in it since Makaveli (Makaveli)
Yeah, thug motivation tatted on my belly (yeah)
We gon' get it by any means necessary (necessary)
Got my
saved by the bell got a house by the bayside
Yea I'm livin' like that, and I'm ridin' like that
Boy I'm ridin' like that and the stirring wheel wood
can do alone
But it takes
You can fight like a champ by yourself
You can lick any stamp by yourself
You can be very brave on the phone
There
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
yeah
I love Paris
I love the way the children groove
You can see black and white
Side by side
Oh what a nice sight...
I feel so right
My
a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (It's got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter
Was tripping yeah I fell a lot
Now I'm slipping to the top
Grand champ I X the spot
Keep a dog to smell the opps
They don't know I never stop
Who we be
Find a little cafe (Oh La La)
On the champs-élysées
Get drunk by the river (Oh la la)
Pop a bottle of Champange (Oh Na Na)
Cause I don't if we ever (oh
reaches for the sky
Chorus:
By the light of the moon
He's a frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Blame it on the champs
do alone
But it takes
You can fight like a champ by yourself
You can lick any stamp by yourself
You can be very brave on the phone
There are
for a medic
Niggas really sweet by the way they talk they need to see a dentist
Don't believe that shit that they telling you if I never said it
I flex
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should -
Parked At Guillardo
I Got That Off White Go, Nelly Furtado
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got That White Girl, That Lindsay Lohan
And All U Got 2 Do Is Ask Lindsay Lohan
we gonna do? We gonna park illegally!
It's Nelly here... that's what we do down by the club!
We goin down--
Downtown
Into the club,
Downtown
Chillin
try to tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (Where ya bang bra?)
So this song is gonna tell the
(So-called gangsta niggaz who the fuck
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
NELLY
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, Let's Go
Ha ha ha ha ha ohh and dey say ohh ohh ohh
Ha ha ha ha ha ohh and dey say ohh ohh ohh
Hold up
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
tie wearin' bolo champ
Comin' straight out the box with a bolo champ'
Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
Like the way his release
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