Lyrics:
ohhhh, ohhhhhh, oahh-ohhhh
Well, ay-heyyy, ay-hey, we-ell
Uh-huh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
[Nelly]
I went through, 8 different schools in,
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
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T, we do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend
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
[E-40]
I step, I step in the "Club" aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a - Rimy (Rimy)
[Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like be -E-T shows
I'm usually pullin up in
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
All my niggas be blowin on trees
I???m so sick so they throwin up keys
You know it, you know it, you know it, you know it
[Verse 1: Nelly]
I say
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes
with this blamer
She bump Nelly country grammar
Mixed breed I call her panda
Aye free the real ones in the slammer
Bad bitch too hot to handle
I heard
[Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I'm usually pulling up in
Nelly told ya (Yeah)
Ooh, baby
I'm da buff daddy, rough daddy
Have your body shakin'
You know that's how I like it, babe (Oh na)
Ooh, baby
It's enough,
your pvssy
If you cum make I know
Me I know e choke
Put it on a low
Down down ohema go down low
Kayamata ori Nelly obo pata
Tell your father my love for
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he kept the Glock, E-I-E-I-O
With a Glock pop here, and a Glock pop here
Here a pop, there
started
Keep the pie man, its the Americana dream
I'm just participating, my participation is game
[Nelly]
I'm in this one one for the hotel, motel
...I mean, it doesn' matter 'oo it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Steve: (recorder clicks on mid-sentence)...anyways, 'e did not deserve
was thinking bout her
Thinking bout me
On my nelly shit this my dream
Chasing em now I was chasing the lean
Life like belly I'm making a scene
08 Nelly
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
Living to die so I'm getting high, don't know what it is and I don't wonder why
Long as I got you right here by my side, I know when the day end that
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
pice you're a diva
Take it from me you can be the O.N.E if you roll
With me
[Nelly]
If looks were the case babygirl id be a federal the top
started
Keep the pie man, its the amerrican dream
I'm just participating, my participation is game
[Nelly]
I'm in this one one for the hotel, motel
the motto
I got that work and way more work to follow
My bih got humps yea that nelly fertado
I hit some bumps made it out wit no problem
I skipped
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