[Nelly]
Welcome to Nellyville, where all newborns get a half-a-mill'
Sons, get Sedan DeVille, soon as they can reach the wheel
And daughters, get diamonds the size of their age - help me out now
One year get one carat, two years get two carats
Three years get three carats, and so on into marriage
Nobody livin average, everybody jang-a-lang
Nobody livin savage, e'rybody got change
Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range
It's not a game, it's a beautiful thang
Imagine blocks and blocks of no cocaine, blocks with no gunplay
Ain't nobody shot, so ain't no news that day
Ain't nobody snitchin, they refuse to say
Every month - we take a vote on what the weather should be
And if we vote it rains - know how wet we want it to be
And if we vote it snow - know how deep we want it to get
But the sun gon' shine 99 percent, in Nellyville
[Chorus]
There's no... way... I... I could explaiiiiin...
The way I feel right now
There's no... way... I... I could explaiiiiin...
The way I feel about livin in Nellyville
[Nelly]
I got that good at e'ry gas station, pull on up
Give me a half a ounce of that shit, fill it up
We got straws for the bottles, outlaw the cups
And we gon' make it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
Cause the dice gon' do what the dice gon' do
And if you take a life, you gon' lose yours too
Ain't no trials, it's automatic, you drop 'em right where it happen
You do unto others if you don't want it don't do the cappin
Think that's cool? 40 acres and a mule
F*ck that! Nellyville - 40 acres and a pool
Six bedrooms, full bath with a jacuzz'
Six-car garage, pavement smooth
Both front and back deck 'nough room to land a jet
And you ain't reached the city, that's just the projects
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Everybody, uh, now everybody say
[Interlude]
Well I want to go, please let me go
I need to go - down to Nellyville
I need to see, what I can see
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 on in
I just know I gotta be there
[Nelly]
No unexpectancy, like teenage pregnancy
And physical mental attraction your only ecstasy
Your own destiny, create your own recipe
If you ain't livin accordin to dirty then you stressin me
"And who are you? " Who me? I'm the mayor
And any problems you got, I live up thurr
"Where's that? " The house on the hill, welcome mat of fur
When you pass by that thang, be polite and don't sturr
[Chorus]
...
[Outro]
Yeah
There's no... way... yeah
There's no... way... yeah
There's no... way... yeah
There's no... way...
Nelly - Nellyville Album Lyrics
Nelly - Nellyville Lyrics
Writer: WAIEL YAGHNAM, CORNELL HAYNES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Gettin' It Started
[ Featuring Cedric The Entertainer ]
Yeah hey, alright, come on in, wassup baby, how you doin'?
(Hey, Boo, wassup?)
You lookin' good
(Thank you) What's them?
Are they some Gucci?
(Well, you know, you know)
You lookin' good wit' it, fo' show
Yeah, everything is nice (everything is good)
I'm lookin' good, I'm feelin' good
We gonna have a good time this evening (no doubt)
Just chillin', got a little champagne over here, want somethin' to drink?
Yeah, I'm thirsty
Damn, baby
Excuse me, I already
Smell like bologna
Ew
Excuse me, I already been drinkin' a little something, you know?
Na
Nah, that's my bad, don't even trip (alright)
I just had a little something earlier, excuse me, what you need?
(I need that new Nellyville) The new Nelly, huh?
(Yeah, yeah now that right there gets me real loose) (you want that new Nelly, the new Nellyville)
Right, I think I got that, hold on (I need that Nellyville)
Let me look over here, I don't know
I'm almost sure I got that, I got it here, baby (alright baby, okay, alright)
I got all the hot stuff, I usually have everything, let me see
(Damn baby, my auntie gotta couch just like that) You talkin' bout, you want Nelly though, right?
(Oh, yeah the Nellyville)
You Nelly, not the Lunatics, Nelly (what's wrong, you ain't got it? Yeah)
I got you (okay) I think um
Let me see, god damn (how much you pay for rent in this spot?)
I ain't got Nelly, I got Ocanelly, I got, put it in yo mouth
(There will be none of that tonight, no baby) (aight, cool, I'm not lyin')
You know maybe later or something (no, baby)
Ain't nuttin' to it, hopefully, hopefully, look
(What's the problem?) So that's what you need though
(Nellyville is what I need, Nellyville)
That's what you need? (Uh-huh)
I got you don't even trip (okay)
I want you to stay, and I'ma run down to the store, real quick
I'ma just run down to the street (hurry up, hurry up)
Right down the street
I'll be right back with you (okay)
I want you to sit here, look good (Nellyville)
Look delicious, like ya self
I'ma be right back (okay) you keep it hot for me
I'm goin' to get that Nellyville for you
Right away (hurry up)
I'll be right back, don't go nowhere (Nellyville)
I mean that
And I'm sayin', you got some food in this spot, I'm hungry
Writer: Waiel Yaghnam, Cornell Haynes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hot In Herre
Hot in, so hot in here, so hot in, hot, oh
With a little bit of, uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh
Just a little bit of a-, just a little bit of a-
Just a little bit of a-, just a little bit of a-
I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious (uh)
Flirtacious, tryna show patience
I'm waitin' for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)
Waitin' for the right time to flash them keys, then uh
I'm leavin', please believe in, oh
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo' Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I'm feedin'
No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve and
No teasin', I need you to
Get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin' for
'Cause I feel like bustin' loose
And I feel like touchin' you, uh uh
And can't nobody stop the juice
So baby, tell me what's the use? I said
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (uh, uh, uh)
Let it hang all out
Why you at the bar if you ain't poppin' the bottles? (c'mon)
What good is all the fame if you ain't f*ckin' the models?
I see you drivin', sports cars, ain't hittin' the throttle
And I'll be damned, I do a hundred, top down and goggles
Got off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game 'cause baby, I can't talk it
Warm, sweatin', it's hot up in this joint
Vokal tank top, on at this point
You with a winner, so baby, you can't lose
I got secrets, can't leave Cancun
So take it off like you're home alone
You know dance in front the mirror while you're on the phone
Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend
Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin big" (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (uh, uh, uh)
Let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah (oh)
Stop pacin', time wastin'
I gotta friend with a pole in the basement (what?)
I'm just kidding like Jason (oh)
Unless you gon' do it
Extra, extra, ayy, spread the news (check it)
Nelly took a trip from the Lou' to the Neptunes
Came back with somethin' thicker than fittin' in Sassoon's
Say she got a thing about cuttin' in restrooms, oh
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am , gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (uh, uh, uh)
Let it hang all out
It's gettin hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah, oh
With a little bit of, uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh
Just a little bit of a-, just a little bit of a-
Just a little bit of a-, just a little bit of a-
I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious (uh)
Flirtacious, tryna show patience
I'm waitin' for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)
Waitin' for the right time to flash them keys, then uh
I'm leavin', please believe in, oh
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo' Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I'm feedin'
No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve and
No teasin', I need you to
Get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin' for
'Cause I feel like bustin' loose
And I feel like touchin' you, uh uh
And can't nobody stop the juice
So baby, tell me what's the use? I said
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (uh, uh, uh)
Let it hang all out
Why you at the bar if you ain't poppin' the bottles? (c'mon)
What good is all the fame if you ain't f*ckin' the models?
I see you drivin', sports cars, ain't hittin' the throttle
And I'll be damned, I do a hundred, top down and goggles
Got off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game 'cause baby, I can't talk it
Warm, sweatin', it's hot up in this joint
Vokal tank top, on at this point
You with a winner, so baby, you can't lose
I got secrets, can't leave Cancun
So take it off like you're home alone
You know dance in front the mirror while you're on the phone
Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend
Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin big" (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (uh, uh, uh)
Let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah (oh)
Stop pacin', time wastin'
I gotta friend with a pole in the basement (what?)
I'm just kidding like Jason (oh)
Unless you gon' do it
Extra, extra, ayy, spread the news (check it)
Nelly took a trip from the Lou' to the Neptunes
Came back with somethin' thicker than fittin' in Sassoon's
Say she got a thing about cuttin' in restrooms, oh
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am , gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (uh, uh, uh)
Let it hang all out
It's gettin hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (oh)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah, oh
Writer: Charles L. Brown, Pharrell L Williams, Cornell Haynes
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dem Boyz
[Hook]
Like ohh better get em back push dem niggas back
I hear dem boyz come'n dirty
Like ohh better get em back push dem bitches back
I hear dem boyz come'n(repeat 4x's)
[Verse 1: Nelly]
Who am I you ask me you know it's bout that grammar
From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana
From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna
They hold'n up they banners, and run'n wit they cameras
Can I get a flick you damn right miss
(Can I take a hit) here boo like this
Chronic sticky like gum, I guess that's how it comes
Don't worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh)
When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer
this year I'm more blunter
More up close and personal, it's just gon get worser now
From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile
Can't worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths
I realize they can't help it, just stay where you bow'n down
Some more you can't get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now
If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man
Murp jersey on backwards wit ol' school Tim's and
Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp
Nelly chain so long got him walk'n wit a limp
Ali is throw'n money in the front row
And er' body scream'n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course
We be them up, close, live, and in person
Might look like the type that be rob'n them purses
But I aint I'm the yung dude I be rhyme'n them verses
Worked hard since '93 that's how I got signed to Universal
Now the girlies take they thongs off
And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off
I be that pull up right beside you beat'n bad type of Tic
I'm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic
Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am
I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am
[Verse 3: Kyjuan]
It's dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces read'n Sources
My choice is ol' school's over dem Rolls Royce's
Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is
Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices
Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard
Ohh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more
Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4
Smokes 1 44, what dem o's go for (Like oh)
350 1 more, 350 stick'n the floor brand new bizare
smashes, g 's and c's all in my glasses
Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches
Imagine, me without those two headbands
Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants
Feel'n dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie
Cutlass candies sit down you know you can't stand me
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Ali]
Band-aids, braids, bald head, fades, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch
Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross
That's that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up
Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes
Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes
5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh)
That's what they say when I pull up on d's in that old Dr.J
Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races
Head'n back places but it still seem racist
Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off
Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that 'll take the wall off
Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag
Fitted still switch'n two different shoes starchy wit tags
[Hook]
Like ohh better get em back push dem niggas back
I hear dem boyz come'n dirty
Like ohh better get em back push dem bitches back
I hear dem boyz come'n(repeat 4x's)
[Verse 1: Nelly]
Who am I you ask me you know it's bout that grammar
From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana
From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna
They hold'n up they banners, and run'n wit they cameras
Can I get a flick you damn right miss
(Can I take a hit) here boo like this
Chronic sticky like gum, I guess that's how it comes
Don't worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh)
When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer
this year I'm more blunter
More up close and personal, it's just gon get worser now
From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile
Can't worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths
I realize they can't help it, just stay where you bow'n down
Some more you can't get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now
If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man
Murp jersey on backwards wit ol' school Tim's and
Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp
Nelly chain so long got him walk'n wit a limp
Ali is throw'n money in the front row
And er' body scream'n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course
We be them up, close, live, and in person
Might look like the type that be rob'n them purses
But I aint I'm the yung dude I be rhyme'n them verses
Worked hard since '93 that's how I got signed to Universal
Now the girlies take they thongs off
And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off
I be that pull up right beside you beat'n bad type of Tic
I'm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic
Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am
I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am
[Verse 3: Kyjuan]
It's dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces read'n Sources
My choice is ol' school's over dem Rolls Royce's
Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is
Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices
Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard
Ohh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more
Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4
Smokes 1 44, what dem o's go for (Like oh)
350 1 more, 350 stick'n the floor brand new bizare
smashes, g 's and c's all in my glasses
Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches
Imagine, me without those two headbands
Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants
Feel'n dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie
Cutlass candies sit down you know you can't stand me
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Ali]
Band-aids, braids, bald head, fades, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch
Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross
That's that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up
Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes
Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes
5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh)
That's what they say when I pull up on d's in that old Dr.J
Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races
Head'n back places but it still seem racist
Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off
Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that 'll take the wall off
Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag
Fitted still switch'n two different shoes starchy wit tags
[Hook]
Writer: LEE DIXON, JAY JENKINS, CHADRON MOORE, MIGUEL SCOTT, MIGUEL T. SCOTT, ZACHERY WALLACE, JACOBY WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Oh Nelly
[ Featuring Murphy Lee ]
[Nelly]
They said a country boy, came through and then - changed the game
If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame
If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim
Your record sales start to slip and then - Nelly to blame
Now who you know come through first time on the scene
No set-ups, no guest appearances in between
Fire like a nigga drinkin gasoline
I keep it hot, like my dirty down in New Orleans
The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring
Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing
Thug drinkin mo', but Don the King
I'm gettin pissy, with Tissy, Missy and Irene
Real close friends that like to try things
Me and my dirties we like to buy things
F*ck around and give me a license to fly things
Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like
[Chorus x2:]
Skurrrrt, oh! (Gon' break it down)
Oh Nelly! (Gon' change that game around)
And I bet (y'all really gon' hate him now)
Why don't you come ride with me? Oooh-wee!
[Nelly]
First name Nelly, last name Nel
First letter C, last letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud? Too much spent
Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint'
Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I.
Head for my residency, lovin my presidency
I do it like you never did see
Shady to them niggaz that's shadin me
Givin back to the ones that gave to me
Bought a Caddy for the man that created me (who?)
My daddy, call him Big Nelly (ooh!)
Pimp juice flowin through that bloodline cuz
Huh, see what it does? Yeah, you feel the buzz, like
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
One mo' time! N, E, dash L-L-Y
If you didn't like me then, gon' hate me now
Me and Murph' fogged out in the buggy I
With the, suction doors, two bad-ass whores
Holla at Yo, cause I need that custom made
Waves, fresh fade, brand new Band-Aid
Skurrrt, them boys ain't playin around
unless it's in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch
Never tic-tac-toe, there's too many of those
I need a Rocky Dennis face - uhh, knowhatImean?
Then I'm good to roll; hey, out of control
New motto - never f*ck the same hoe!
Tryin to catch Bilt, four 'more to go
From the bed to the flo', jackrabbit too pro
Knock 'em out, wake baby girl to let her know
Yo - you can't even stay here tonight, f'real, I'm sorry
[Chorus]
[Nelly - still talking over Chorus]
Y'know, cuz, my security they gon' be knockin on the door in a minute
and, if you ain't out ma it's, it's it's gon' be violence
Um, yeah, f'sure, nothin personal, fo'sho'
[Interlude]
Uh uh, uh, you come ride with me
Uh, uh uh, uh you come ride with me
Skurrrrrt! Uh uh, uh, uh you come ride with me
Uh uh, uh, uh, uh uh
[Chorus - 1/2X]
Writer: CORNELL HAYNES, JASON EPPERSON, TOHRI MURPHY LEE HARPER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Pimp Juice
[Intro] One pound for the hoe, that's all we need baby Just one for the hoes.. c'mon [Chorus] Pimp juice - oooooooooh-ooooooooh-hoooooooo I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it loose) Let her loose, let her loooooose She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real) Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin new pimp juice I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for homegirl to recognize) Yes I do, yes I doooooo-hoooo [Nelly] I'm in that, seventy-four, Coupe DeVille With the, power seats, leather, wood on my wheel One-touch sunroof BUT leave it alone Hoes see it can't believe it - "It's goin back on it's own" Oooooooooooooooh, shit, that's how we do it baby "Every day like this?" Seven dayy-ayyys .. I tell you three-sixty-five Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride You actin like you never seen it befo' Like them country boys ain't got no dough Bitch please - GET OUT - but don't you slam that do' DUST YOUR SHOES OFF - befo' you touch that flo' Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - and I might letcha touch it You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you Russian? [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Nelly] Now I'm - clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh) In anythang from Timberland to Gaines Now listen - I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played And uhh - I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid That's why I - I got my fade everybody had braids And now they - switch to fades and I'm thinkin 'bout braids Just an example of hoochieless jackin If we were hoopin, I'd be yellin "They hackin" I see you momma, in my Dolce Gabbana Gucci and Prada baby I gotta lotta The lucciana ain't a problem for poppa That's all you want then baby girl I'ma holla Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - I don't like how you actin Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packin [Chorus w/ minor variations] (I think I just.. need to take this time and explain to 'em exactly.. what the pimp juice is) [Chorus] Uh, hear me out now Now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite sex It could be money, fame, or straight intellect It don't MATTER! Bitches got the pimp juice too Come to think about it - dirty, they got more than we do They got mo' - juice in they talk, got mo' juice in they walk They got mo' - juice in they veins, OOH GOD DAMN! I tell you man it's a cryin shame.. .. how people use, the juice in vein - you hear me mayne Pimp juice is color blind You find it work on all color creeds and kinds From ages 50 right down to 9 The Mayor of Nellyville and I won't resign, watch me recline Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - bitch I got all night Matter fact, stand on my left boo - I know you ain't right [Chorus w/ minor variations] [ad libs to end]
Writer: BETTYE JEAN BARNES CRUTCHER, CARL WILLIAM SMITH, CORNELL HAYNES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Air Force Ones
[Intro]
Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy
[Chorus]
I said give me two pair
(cause) I need two pair
So I can get to stompin in my air force ones
(Big boys) stompin in my air force ones
[Nelly]
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom
(Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em
(Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out um
(Big Boy) the last person who touched 'em I benn shot 'em, (big boy)
[Kyjuan]
Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi
(Big boy) you couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie
(Big boy) you now I keep it hip-hop
My niggas flip flop
(Big boy) yea my force ones and tip top
(Me) now form a flip flop, (big boy)
[Ali]
I like the limited edition to kaki and army green
(Big boy) patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings
(Big boy) size twelve with the strap
Red and white with a cardinal cap
(Big boy) all flavors well it just depend
on when and (don't get me) where I am at (Big boy)
[Murphy Lee]
Don't get me wrong man
And Murphy lee aint dumb man
(Big boy) cuz if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some man
(Big boy) you can not sit up and tell me that you have none man
(Big boy) you may not have three or four but you got one man (big boy)
[Chorus x2]
[Murphy Lee]
We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those
(Big boy) ten in a half and if you got em give me two of those
(Big boy) I can tell she never seen murphy lee befo
(Big boy) cuz shes just standin ther as if I'm shootin free throws
(Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes
(Big boy) she said I love u Murph especially in the white in blue
(Big boy) I said the white in blue sound nice make it twice
(Big boy) and I signed an (yo) autograph
(yo) "thanks for the advice" (big boy)
[Ali]
I keep it real dirty, dirty you know how I do
(Big boy) purple in gold with the Lakers the broncos the orange in blue
(Big boy) I like em floppy with ankle socks
lows mids and high tops, (big boy) With the clear sole,
But this tims and fat laces with it is cold
(Big boy) but when the winter goes (blhhha) and the hot summer flows
(Big boy) then its back to the all purpose with em and dots in the toe
(Big boy) then I'm stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho
(Big boy) on dem Nike air force "N" "E" behind de "O" (big boy)
[Kyjuan]
O.. k li, I treat my shoe like my ride
(Big boy) chrome on the fat laces at what wood on the inside
(Big boy) spray candy on the swoosh
With the electric poofs
(Big boy) since I put a kit on the sole now I got a wider shoe
(Big boy) you see that low misk with the purple coop I'm drivin them
(Big boy), (Kyjuan, where you getting dem colors, are you dyin them)
(Big boy) ten is my size in dem
No point in tiein dem
(Big boy) aint no point in tryin these on
You know I'm buyin dem (big boy)
[Nelly]
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
(Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte
(Big boy) the only problem they only good for one night
(Big boy) cuz once you scuff um you f*cked up your whole night
(Big boy) whats my basis? The look up sto on his faces
(Big boy) this kids outrageous hes byein them by the cases
(Big boy) cuz once I cop um gut um and switch the laces
(Big boy) they all purpose ya heard me kinda like my Dayton's (big boy)
[Chorus x2]
[Kyjuan]
I wore spurs at first now theres tape on dem
(Big Boy) damn, when those come out so I write the date on them
(Big Boy) these Louies Vuitton ones, you gotta wait on them
(Big boy) I had to get em early so I spent more cake on dem (big boy)
[Murphy Lee]
Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man
(Big boy) while Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands
(Big boy) jewelry and all
(Wow) fish bowl in the mall
(Big Boy), (I got some fifteens) security buyin shoes and all (big boy)
[Nelly]
Now some time I get em free some time I gotta pay
(Big boy) walk in the mall and they now what I'm bout to say
(Big boy) gimme the black and platinum, and leather gray
(Big boy) ones in the back and (yo)
tha pair you got on display (check), (big boy)
[Ali]
Now were da boxes were I keep mine (keep mine)
You should beep mine (big boy), (beep mine)
Maybe once or twice but never three times
(Big boy) I'm just a sneaker pro
I love pumas and shell toes
(Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pair (big boy)
[Chorus x2]
Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy
Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy
[Chorus]
I said give me two pair
(cause) I need two pair
So I can get to stompin in my air force ones
(Big boys) stompin in my air force ones
[Nelly]
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom
(Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em
(Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out um
(Big Boy) the last person who touched 'em I benn shot 'em, (big boy)
[Kyjuan]
Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi
(Big boy) you couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie
(Big boy) you now I keep it hip-hop
My niggas flip flop
(Big boy) yea my force ones and tip top
(Me) now form a flip flop, (big boy)
[Ali]
I like the limited edition to kaki and army green
(Big boy) patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings
(Big boy) size twelve with the strap
Red and white with a cardinal cap
(Big boy) all flavors well it just depend
on when and (don't get me) where I am at (Big boy)
[Murphy Lee]
Don't get me wrong man
And Murphy lee aint dumb man
(Big boy) cuz if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some man
(Big boy) you can not sit up and tell me that you have none man
(Big boy) you may not have three or four but you got one man (big boy)
[Chorus x2]
[Murphy Lee]
We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those
(Big boy) ten in a half and if you got em give me two of those
(Big boy) I can tell she never seen murphy lee befo
(Big boy) cuz shes just standin ther as if I'm shootin free throws
(Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes
(Big boy) she said I love u Murph especially in the white in blue
(Big boy) I said the white in blue sound nice make it twice
(Big boy) and I signed an (yo) autograph
(yo) "thanks for the advice" (big boy)
[Ali]
I keep it real dirty, dirty you know how I do
(Big boy) purple in gold with the Lakers the broncos the orange in blue
(Big boy) I like em floppy with ankle socks
lows mids and high tops, (big boy) With the clear sole,
But this tims and fat laces with it is cold
(Big boy) but when the winter goes (blhhha) and the hot summer flows
(Big boy) then its back to the all purpose with em and dots in the toe
(Big boy) then I'm stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho
(Big boy) on dem Nike air force "N" "E" behind de "O" (big boy)
[Kyjuan]
O.. k li, I treat my shoe like my ride
(Big boy) chrome on the fat laces at what wood on the inside
(Big boy) spray candy on the swoosh
With the electric poofs
(Big boy) since I put a kit on the sole now I got a wider shoe
(Big boy) you see that low misk with the purple coop I'm drivin them
(Big boy), (Kyjuan, where you getting dem colors, are you dyin them)
(Big boy) ten is my size in dem
No point in tiein dem
(Big boy) aint no point in tryin these on
You know I'm buyin dem (big boy)
[Nelly]
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
(Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte
(Big boy) the only problem they only good for one night
(Big boy) cuz once you scuff um you f*cked up your whole night
(Big boy) whats my basis? The look up sto on his faces
(Big boy) this kids outrageous hes byein them by the cases
(Big boy) cuz once I cop um gut um and switch the laces
(Big boy) they all purpose ya heard me kinda like my Dayton's (big boy)
[Chorus x2]
[Kyjuan]
I wore spurs at first now theres tape on dem
(Big Boy) damn, when those come out so I write the date on them
(Big Boy) these Louies Vuitton ones, you gotta wait on them
(Big boy) I had to get em early so I spent more cake on dem (big boy)
[Murphy Lee]
Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man
(Big boy) while Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands
(Big boy) jewelry and all
(Wow) fish bowl in the mall
(Big Boy), (I got some fifteens) security buyin shoes and all (big boy)
[Nelly]
Now some time I get em free some time I gotta pay
(Big boy) walk in the mall and they now what I'm bout to say
(Big boy) gimme the black and platinum, and leather gray
(Big boy) ones in the back and (yo)
tha pair you got on display (check), (big boy)
[Ali]
Now were da boxes were I keep mine (keep mine)
You should beep mine (big boy), (beep mine)
Maybe once or twice but never three times
(Big boy) I'm just a sneaker pro
I love pumas and shell toes
(Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pair (big boy)
[Chorus x2]
Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy
Writer: ALI KENYATTA JONES, ANTHONY JOE KENT, CORNELL HAYNES, JOE KENT, MARK ALLEN WILLIAMS, ROBERT KY JUAN CLEVELAND, TOHRI MURPHY LEE HARPER
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
In The Store
[Cedric:] yo yo yo yo, my man, yo [Clerk:] Yea, what can I help you with? [Cedric:] Hey c'mon man you gotta say you got me on dis one, Look... [Clerk:] What do ya need, what do ya need? [Cedric:] You got da new Nelly? You got dat in? The Nellyville, you got dat right? [Clerk:] What is that rap or something? [Cedric:] Wha? [Clerk:] I think we jus sold out of it man. [Cedric:] SOLD OUT?!C'mon bro dis da fourth, fifth, store I've been to today, they all sold out! [Clerk:] We're all sold out bro. [Cedric:] C'mon man you gotta help a brotha out, man I'm in a [Clerk interruptes:(Hey man!)] desperate sitiation herre playa! [Clerk:] I'd love to help you my brotha! [Cedric:] I got a nice lil sexy lil thing waitin on me at da crib, and all she wanna hear is Nelly, I'm tryin to get it through your smell. [Clerk:] I hear ya,[Cedric interrupts:(wha?)] I hear ya, you gotta get the mood goin, ya know...? [Cedric:(laughin)] yea, dats what I'm tryin to do pimp juice! [Clerk:] PIMP JUICE?! [Cedric:] Look man, let me..., can you download it for me? sumthin? [Clerk:] No man, we can't do that here, sorry! [Cedric:] Mp3? You can't...? [Clerk:] No, we can't, we can't Mp3, sorry! [Cedric:] Let me take one of your listenin machines or sumthin, and I'll bring it back to you tomorrow. [Clerk:] Ya f*ckin crazy? My boss would kill me man! [Cedric:] Look man, jus check in da back, do whateva you gotta do. [Clerk:] Hold on, let me see what I can do for ya bro.Let me see... [Clerk:] Man this is the last one I got. [Cedric:] For real? Aight! Cool wait.. [Clerk:] It's the clean version, that's all I got, I found the clean version for ya! [Cedric:] It's da clean version? [Clerk:] Nelly, ya know the new one, Nellyville. [Cedric:] It said there's NO cusin on it? NONE? [Clerk:] Ya want it? [Cedric:] Dat's all you got? [Clerk:] It's hip-hop! [Cedric:(sigh)] Damn aight, aight give me dat man.I jus got ta make it happen right now, I jus gotta... [Clerk:] Alright, Alright but hurry up we got people waitin in line here, they've been waitin for a long time. [Cedric:] Yea, go ahead and giva it to me. [Clerk:] Good luck dawg!
Writer: CEDRIC (THE ENTERTAINER) KYLES, LA FORREST COPE, WAIEL YAGHNAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
On The Grind
Uh...yea...swing
Nel my dirty Jacob
Yea Come on
[Hook]
[Nelly]
Now if you gonna ride
Get inside lets roll
If you runnin yo mouth then
Shit then shut my door
I ain't got nothing on my hands but time
Tell me were you the one that's on the grind
If you gonna ride
Get inside lets roll
If you runnin yo mouth then
Shit then shut my door
I ain't got nothing on my hands but time
Tell me were you the one that's on the grind
Check it was it you that was on the grind dirty
They actin like they really want it with me
Trust me they don't really want it they just want to be seen
They wanna disrupt my team with these publicity schemes
Tryin' to dismantle my panel with lies rumors and scandals
But uh I pull through it like I'm tuggin a war
I tell ya the situation like I been here before
I'm still popin dirty still smokin point clickin
Watchin the doors open
No jokin e'rything remotin
No chokin or bleedin this ride is for free
No matter what u got your dying for free
Automatically I'm focused like 35 millimeters
All of the sudden like such and such wanna meet us
All of the sudden like such and such wanna greet us
The same will you believe us
Now they all tryin to cheat us
In real life they can't beat us
Some time they try to repeat us
[Hook]
Why is they yackin like they f*ckin with these? (I don't know)
Why is they stuntin like they holdin the keys? (tell me)
Them type of people don't be holdin no heat (naw)
Then how the f*ck they gon be rollin with me (uh)
Dude how the hell you ain't gonna waste yo time (wait yo time)
Yo mouth gonna f*ck around and gonna waste yo time (ey)
I don't them nigga that ain't gonna grind
When its peso time come out and take yo shine dirty
I'm the same nigga that's outta control (outta control)
I put a little malinger out on the roll (ey)
The bigger it just got the calico I been cockin and loadin
I been poppin in fours (uh)
Set that aside cuz I gotta get those (gotta get those)
The finest shit then what you proud of me for (tell me)
The dirty either you gonna ride or you don't (uh)
Inside there's more shit if not we're gone nigga
[Hook]
uh uh uh uh uh uh you tell em
Watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now
You tell 'em watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now
Well if said it I done it if I done it I did it
And if I, And if I want it if don't put it against it
The way that I should spend it to get just how I should
All money ain't good money but no money ain't good
I took the hood tactics and plot with musical talents
Tryin to create a balance
In between Minnesota and Dallas
Never matters when I'm speakin
If you peepin just let me know
I'm guaranteed to keep it crackin just like eggs hittin the flo
I'm dottin just wanna be I ask
Clippin the wings I wanna fly ass
Only Q and D. Miles can look down on me
Maybe I should bee bee in my head
I puts it down homie
[Hook x2]
You tell em watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now
You tell em watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now ey
Nel my dirty Jacob
Yea Come on
[Hook]
[Nelly]
Now if you gonna ride
Get inside lets roll
If you runnin yo mouth then
Shit then shut my door
I ain't got nothing on my hands but time
Tell me were you the one that's on the grind
If you gonna ride
Get inside lets roll
If you runnin yo mouth then
Shit then shut my door
I ain't got nothing on my hands but time
Tell me were you the one that's on the grind
Check it was it you that was on the grind dirty
They actin like they really want it with me
Trust me they don't really want it they just want to be seen
They wanna disrupt my team with these publicity schemes
Tryin' to dismantle my panel with lies rumors and scandals
But uh I pull through it like I'm tuggin a war
I tell ya the situation like I been here before
I'm still popin dirty still smokin point clickin
Watchin the doors open
No jokin e'rything remotin
No chokin or bleedin this ride is for free
No matter what u got your dying for free
Automatically I'm focused like 35 millimeters
All of the sudden like such and such wanna meet us
All of the sudden like such and such wanna greet us
The same will you believe us
Now they all tryin to cheat us
In real life they can't beat us
Some time they try to repeat us
[Hook]
Why is they yackin like they f*ckin with these? (I don't know)
Why is they stuntin like they holdin the keys? (tell me)
Them type of people don't be holdin no heat (naw)
Then how the f*ck they gon be rollin with me (uh)
Dude how the hell you ain't gonna waste yo time (wait yo time)
Yo mouth gonna f*ck around and gonna waste yo time (ey)
I don't them nigga that ain't gonna grind
When its peso time come out and take yo shine dirty
I'm the same nigga that's outta control (outta control)
I put a little malinger out on the roll (ey)
The bigger it just got the calico I been cockin and loadin
I been poppin in fours (uh)
Set that aside cuz I gotta get those (gotta get those)
The finest shit then what you proud of me for (tell me)
The dirty either you gonna ride or you don't (uh)
Inside there's more shit if not we're gone nigga
[Hook]
uh uh uh uh uh uh you tell em
Watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now
You tell 'em watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now
Well if said it I done it if I done it I did it
And if I, And if I want it if don't put it against it
The way that I should spend it to get just how I should
All money ain't good money but no money ain't good
I took the hood tactics and plot with musical talents
Tryin to create a balance
In between Minnesota and Dallas
Never matters when I'm speakin
If you peepin just let me know
I'm guaranteed to keep it crackin just like eggs hittin the flo
I'm dottin just wanna be I ask
Clippin the wings I wanna fly ass
Only Q and D. Miles can look down on me
Maybe I should bee bee in my head
I puts it down homie
[Hook x2]
You tell em watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now
You tell em watch me now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now ey
Writer: CORNELL HAYNES, JASON EPPERSON, JAY THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., SHELLY BAY MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., SHELLY BAY MUSIC
Dilemma
[ Featuring Kelly Rowland ]
[Kelly Rowland]
I.. love you, and I.. need you
Nelly I.. love you, I do.. neeeeed you - but
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
No matter what I do, all I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo, boy you know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do, all I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo, boy you know I'm crazy over you
[Nelly]
Check it, check it, check it, uhh
I met this chick and she just moved right up the block from me
And uhh, she got the hots for me the finest thing my hood did see
But oh no, oh no, she gotta a man
and a son, doh'ohhh, but that's okay
Cause I, wait for my cue and just listen, play my position
Like a shortstop, pick up e'rything mami hittin
And in no time.. (no time) I..
I plan to make this wah-one mi-i-ne.. and that's for sure
Cause I, I never been the type to, break up a happy home
But uh, there's somethin bout baby girl I just can't leave alone
So tell me ma what's it gonna be? She said
(You don't know what you mean to me)
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
Check it, check it, check it, uhh
I see a lot and you look and I never say a word
I know how niggaz start actin trippin out here about they girls
And there's no way-ayy-hey, Nelly gon' fight over
no day-hey-ame.. as you can see
But I, I like your steez, your style, your whole demeanor
The way you come through and holla and swoop me in his 2-seater
Now that's gangstah-ah-ahhh..
And I got special ways to thank yah-ah-ahhh.. don't you forget it
But uh, it ain't that easy for you to pack and leave him
But uh, you and dirty got ties for different reasons
I respect that and right before I turn to leave, she said
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Sing it for me K
[Kelly Rowland]
I.. love you, and I.. need you
Nelly I.. love you, I do.. (c'mon girl)
And it's more than you'll.. ever know
But.. it's fo'sho
You can always count on my love
Foreveeeeer more, yeahh-yeahh..
[Nelly]
East coast, I know you shakin right
Down South, I know you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
East coast, I know you shakin right
Down South, I know you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swing it right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
East coast, you still shakin right
Down South, I see you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
East coast, I know you shakin right
Down South, I know you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right
Midwest, I see you swing it right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
East coast, you still shakin right
Down South, I see you bouncin right
West coast, I know you walkin right, cause
Midwest, I see you swingin right
(You don't know what you mean to me)
Writer: Kenneth Gamble, Cornell Iral Haynes, Bunny Sigler, Antoine Macon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Splurge
[Chorus]
You see the magazines and
Me on your TV screens and
You think you know me but you really dont (You dont even know)
But I, I'm feelin good about myself, so I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really dont (It really really dont)
But I, I'm feelin good about myself, so I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come, for me to have some fun
I'm bout to peel back the top on y'all and let in the sun
What the f*ck I done done, my mamma's only son
I went from slangin and bangin to yellin number one
I love my fans to death, until my last breath
Thats why when I perform I give until there's nothing left
No competition, my opposition gonna feel the pain
More complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they walk of fame, and all that it can bring
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell Haynes
Im poppin collars from California to D.C.
Im in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
Im putting mileage on 20 inches and 23's
Im flippin out my keys, I'm flippin down the screens
Im bout to spread my wings, tryin to fulfill my dreams
With anything that I want, if I dont I got the means
[Chorus]
You think you know me but you really dont know
Peep I could walk through the club like everything be fo sho
And I'll get, one lil' girl, two lil' girls tryin yo get me to dance,
I'll get, three lil' girls, four lil' girls pullin at my pants, damn
It feels good when errthing is okay
And its a beautiful site when errthing goes your way
And I could park in the mountains and i'll still get valet
Hop out in a Vokal valour and my suede Bally's
Im feeling good its only right I deserve
To spread the love through all my peeps, its only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin now I leave him right by the curb
And I dont go to sleep mama so good night and good word
Im on a mission and its sort a like a mystery
And I aint stopping til' I go down in history
Now who ever said you knows, you dealing with a pimp fo sho
The N-E double L-Y follow now, now here we go
[Chorus]
You read the magazines, and heard I made a scene
Believe it or not, I swear I'm just a human being
Im doing human things, cuz only humans change
They label me a role model cuz i appeal to teens
It really ain't that strange, now that I think about it
I came up in the game, changed everything about it
Im feelin better then ever without that Lotto shit
I wait up early hit Cuda, like lets go by some shit
You dress the hottest fits, driven the hottest whips
We've got the baddest chicks, we with the whitest kicks
Donating money to families caught in Bin Laden shit
They screaming war, I'm like f*ck it, go buy a battleship
And bring it up that Mississipi, if you really wanna come than get me
Tell them niggaz that a, don't tempt me
Cuz I'll squeeze them shits til' empty
Throw shouts at nigga like frisbee
Who the juice? How the hell you gonna pimp me?
You niggaz must be kidding me, make an innocent nigga plead guilty.
[Chorus x2]
You see the magazines and
Me on your TV screens and
You think you know me but you really dont (You dont even know)
But I, I'm feelin good about myself, so I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really dont (It really really dont)
But I, I'm feelin good about myself, so I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come, for me to have some fun
I'm bout to peel back the top on y'all and let in the sun
What the f*ck I done done, my mamma's only son
I went from slangin and bangin to yellin number one
I love my fans to death, until my last breath
Thats why when I perform I give until there's nothing left
No competition, my opposition gonna feel the pain
More complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they walk of fame, and all that it can bring
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell Haynes
Im poppin collars from California to D.C.
Im in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
Im putting mileage on 20 inches and 23's
Im flippin out my keys, I'm flippin down the screens
Im bout to spread my wings, tryin to fulfill my dreams
With anything that I want, if I dont I got the means
[Chorus]
You think you know me but you really dont know
Peep I could walk through the club like everything be fo sho
And I'll get, one lil' girl, two lil' girls tryin yo get me to dance,
I'll get, three lil' girls, four lil' girls pullin at my pants, damn
It feels good when errthing is okay
And its a beautiful site when errthing goes your way
And I could park in the mountains and i'll still get valet
Hop out in a Vokal valour and my suede Bally's
Im feeling good its only right I deserve
To spread the love through all my peeps, its only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin now I leave him right by the curb
And I dont go to sleep mama so good night and good word
Im on a mission and its sort a like a mystery
And I aint stopping til' I go down in history
Now who ever said you knows, you dealing with a pimp fo sho
The N-E double L-Y follow now, now here we go
[Chorus]
You read the magazines, and heard I made a scene
Believe it or not, I swear I'm just a human being
Im doing human things, cuz only humans change
They label me a role model cuz i appeal to teens
It really ain't that strange, now that I think about it
I came up in the game, changed everything about it
Im feelin better then ever without that Lotto shit
I wait up early hit Cuda, like lets go by some shit
You dress the hottest fits, driven the hottest whips
We've got the baddest chicks, we with the whitest kicks
Donating money to families caught in Bin Laden shit
They screaming war, I'm like f*ck it, go buy a battleship
And bring it up that Mississipi, if you really wanna come than get me
Tell them niggaz that a, don't tempt me
Cuz I'll squeeze them shits til' empty
Throw shouts at nigga like frisbee
Who the juice? How the hell you gonna pimp me?
You niggaz must be kidding me, make an innocent nigga plead guilty.
[Chorus x2]
Writer: CORNELL HAYNES, JASON EPPERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Work It
[ Featuring Justin Timberlake ]
Let's go, oh
Baby, show something (uh)
Don't say nothing (don't you say a word)
I just want to see you work it (come on, baby, work it for me)
That ain't frontin' (no)
Show me something (let me see it, girl)
I just try to see you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me, yeah)
I heard her talkin' loud
But she ain't sayin' nothing
What up with all the frontin'?
Come on and show me something
You know you wanna do it
Go ahead yo man ain't comin'
Please, do that thing when you dippin'
Keep yo hips poppin'
What up with all these questions?
And what you plannin', baby girl?
You talkin' to me, like you talkin' to an adolescent
I need that jump off, jump off
Clothes, come off, come off
Her place, freaky beats and so on so on, ayy
Let your waist pop (huh) when the bass knock (yeah)
I flood the watch to the top, until it's no clock
Can't even tell the time, but you know it's mine
What time is it, ma? It's twenty karats after nine
Are you dehydrated?
Well, let me quench your thirst (check it)
But first things first, let's do what we rehearsed
Don't get nervous now
It's your big break, break it
Get up and take a stance and let me see ya
Baby, show something (uh)
Don't say nothing (don't you say a word)
I just want to see you work it (come on, baby, work it for me)
That ain't frontin' (no)
Show me something (let me see it, girl)
I just try to see you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me, yeah)
She still talkin' loud, but she ain't sayin' nothin'
Why you ain't movin' ma? DJ ain't playin' nothin'
You tell him, play this here until the speakers blow
Birthdays, pick a place, baby, we can go
I like yo Air Max, she showin' no back
She showin' off her tatts, you ain't know
Slightly ghetto-ghetto, she bourghetto zhetto
She 5'5, brown eyes, in stiletto 'letto (yeah, yeah)
Well did you come alone? Or you got two or three?
That ain't no thang, baby girl, 'cause I got two with me
And we gon' all kick it, and you about to see
Just what a day would be if you was in the ride with me
Turnin' on the headlights, then we be
(Runnin' all the red lights) oh
It's full steam ahead, and ain't no stoppin' now
Now come on here and drop it, and he gon' tell why
Baby, show something (uh)
Don't say nothing (don't you say a word)
I just want to see you work it (come on, baby, work it for me)
That ain't frontin' (no)
Show me something (let me see it, girl)
I just try to see you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me, yeah)
Now all my Midwest shorties, come on do that thang and
Dance for me, dance for me, yeah
And all my down South shorties, come on, do that thang, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
And all my East coast shorties, come on, do that thang (I said)
Dance for me, dance for me, yeah
And all my West coast shorties, come on do that thang
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
She still talkin' loud, hold up, I hear her better now
She keep a thong print on in any weather now
No sight of a band but I can hear the horns playing
Da-dat da dat da da da da dum (oh)
She got me hypnotized just like that Biggie guy
'Cause she been tryna prove her point since we been inside
So we can get it on, just wait 'til we get home
I'm on something, call my partner Jay
(Mama, come on)
Baby, show something (uh)
Don't say nothing (come on) (don't you say a word)
I just want to see you work it (come on, baby, work it for me, hey)
That ain't frontin' (no)
Show me something (let me see it, girl)
I just try to see you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me, yeah)
I just wanna see you work it
Writer: Cornell Haynes, Jason Epperson, Justin R. Timberlake
Copyright: Lyrics © D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Roc the Mic (Remix)
You know we had to do a remix right?
Ho, ho, ho, ho (Free)
All you Young Gunnerz
Hey Just', this the one right here, baby
I told you, dawg
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the f*ck out
I bring the hood when I'm travelin'
Scrap backwoods unravelin'
Scrap smoke good when we travelin'
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close
You scared to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with State P?
Enemies try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that close
It's Free, listen
Blow trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) yes, we did
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in your crib)
Caught a play nigga?
(You f*ckin' with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK nigga (no you didn't)
Yes, I did
On my paid shit, wait a minute, when this vacant
Snatch the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your pies (then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip your ride
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to Young Freak
'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out, ho
It's Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah
It's Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say around here
'Cause there's somethin' on my waist to make the whole place break
It's Murph Dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the f*ck of it (yeah)
I'm just a school boy, somewhat new, boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who, boy?
Two-toy carrier, two stashes
One truck that seats six asses (yeah)
Twenty-twos to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck (yeah)
I make rappers go back to the block
They be like, "Maybe I was better off sellin' rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt (yeah)
I take trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
It's Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty, get down and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I proceed with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I wanna
Around-around six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius Irv'
Cris' and the herb, make it hard to swerve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin' head while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, no-one here even said your name
R, you really feelin' guilty bout somethin' man
S, sad to see you really just want just
One more hit, please, please
You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic invention
I'm snitchin'? Matter fact stay the f*ck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many dimensions
Midwest, and we aim about mid-chest
Duked on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside, who the f*ck want a ride?
It's Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say around here
'Cause there's somethin' on my waist to make the whole place break (uh-oh)
It's Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E, yeah
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner, nigga, bang yo-self
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner, nigga, bang yo-self
Yeah yeah, it's the- it's the Roc, nigga
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho (Free)
All you Young Gunnerz
Hey Just', this the one right here, baby
I told you, dawg
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the f*ck out
I bring the hood when I'm travelin'
Scrap backwoods unravelin'
Scrap smoke good when we travelin'
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close
You scared to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with State P?
Enemies try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that close
It's Free, listen
Blow trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) yes, we did
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in your crib)
Caught a play nigga?
(You f*ckin' with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK nigga (no you didn't)
Yes, I did
On my paid shit, wait a minute, when this vacant
Snatch the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your pies (then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip your ride
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to Young Freak
'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out, ho
It's Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah
It's Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say around here
'Cause there's somethin' on my waist to make the whole place break
It's Murph Dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the f*ck of it (yeah)
I'm just a school boy, somewhat new, boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who, boy?
Two-toy carrier, two stashes
One truck that seats six asses (yeah)
Twenty-twos to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck (yeah)
I make rappers go back to the block
They be like, "Maybe I was better off sellin' rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt (yeah)
I take trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
It's Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty, get down and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I proceed with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I wanna
Around-around six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius Irv'
Cris' and the herb, make it hard to swerve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin' head while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, no-one here even said your name
R, you really feelin' guilty bout somethin' man
S, sad to see you really just want just
One more hit, please, please
You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic invention
I'm snitchin'? Matter fact stay the f*ck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many dimensions
Midwest, and we aim about mid-chest
Duked on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside, who the f*ck want a ride?
It's Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say around here
'Cause there's somethin' on my waist to make the whole place break (uh-oh)
It's Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E, yeah
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner, nigga, bang yo-self
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner, nigga, bang yo-self
Yeah yeah, it's the- it's the Roc, nigga
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Writer: Cornell Haynes, Dwight Grant, Justin Gregory Smith, Leslie Pridgen, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Gank
[Intro]
Come on
Wooooooooo
Shit Lord have mercy
[Verse 1: Nelly]
I never felt this way before
And she's all that I need and more
Her hips and lips belong to me
It often wakes me write out my dreams
If I knew then wat I knew now
She's still might be around because
[Chorus]
I (I) can't go on
Oh No
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without
Woooooooooo
Shit Lord have mercy
[Verse 2: Nelly]
I never thought that I would be
So caught up I wouldnt see
Just who would go to war for me
And take out two or three so easily
I give up everything to see if I found you (baby girl)
Cause it don't mean shit without you cause
[Chorus {*while talking in the background*}]
I (I) can't go on
Oh no
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her (without)
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without
Woooooooooo
Shit Lord have mercy
[Verse 3: Nelly]
I gave her everything she ever needed
That why it shocked me when she said she was leavin
i wanted to find out what was goin on cause
I'm thinkin to myself man somethins wrong
Smokin one day it hit me kinda fast
That I needed to check my stash
[*talking in the background*]
cause I
[Chorus]
I (I) can't go on
Oh no
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her (without her)
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without
cause I
I (I) can't go on
Oh no
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her (without her)
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without Woooooooooooooooo
Lord have mercy
Come on
Wooooooooo
Shit Lord have mercy
[Verse 1: Nelly]
I never felt this way before
And she's all that I need and more
Her hips and lips belong to me
It often wakes me write out my dreams
If I knew then wat I knew now
She's still might be around because
[Chorus]
I (I) can't go on
Oh No
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without
Woooooooooo
Shit Lord have mercy
[Verse 2: Nelly]
I never thought that I would be
So caught up I wouldnt see
Just who would go to war for me
And take out two or three so easily
I give up everything to see if I found you (baby girl)
Cause it don't mean shit without you cause
[Chorus {*while talking in the background*}]
I (I) can't go on
Oh no
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her (without)
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without
Woooooooooo
Shit Lord have mercy
[Verse 3: Nelly]
I gave her everything she ever needed
That why it shocked me when she said she was leavin
i wanted to find out what was goin on cause
I'm thinkin to myself man somethins wrong
Smokin one day it hit me kinda fast
That I needed to check my stash
[*talking in the background*]
cause I
[Chorus]
I (I) can't go on
Oh no
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her (without her)
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without
cause I
I (I) can't go on
Oh no
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without her (without her)
My life just won't (it won't) be the same
I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey)
Without Woooooooooooooooo
Lord have mercy
Writer: WAIEL YAGHNAM, CORNELL HAYNES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
5000
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man
You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me wit it
If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it
See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'
I ran out of ones, so go back get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas
Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch
5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that
That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes, indeed, I got change
Or shall I say I got paper
Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly paper
She pop that thang she get that
She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now loose your thong
Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it
Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'
Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
She's askin if you trickin' you got it
Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
And the muthaf*ckin' betta bet not bitch about it
Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas at the coke, they slang d
Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
Still money ain't shit, I make major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man
You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me wit it
If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it
See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'
I ran out of ones, so go back get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas
Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch
5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that
That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes, indeed, I got change
Or shall I say I got paper
Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly paper
She pop that thang she get that
She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now loose your thong
Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it
Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'
Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
She's askin if you trickin' you got it
Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
And the muthaf*ckin' betta bet not bitch about it
Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas at the coke, they slang d
Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
Still money ain't shit, I make major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
Writer: TYREE CINQUE SIMMONS, JASIEL A. ROBINSON, CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, JAY W. JENKINS, CORNELIUS HAYNES, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS JR., SEAN COMBS, WILLIE L. BUCKLEY, PHALON ANTON ALEXANDER, CEDRIC ALLEN WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
#1
Uh, uh, uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all
You better watch who you talkin' 'bout, runnin' your mouth, like you know me
You gon' f*ck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one, you can't hold me if your last name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out, is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw, that's per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin, it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside, takin' your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please, boss
Don't be lyin', bitchin', and cryin', suck it up as a loss
'Cause your acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that (ayy)
I am, number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it, ayy
I, am, number one ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Now let me ask you, man
What does it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ayy)
What does it take to be, number one?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy?
Move it all around? (Woo)
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?
Hell yeah, ma, I love a girl that's willin' to learn
Willin' to get in the driver's seat and willin' to turn
And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, ooh, don't wind up on the flat line
Oh, if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin' my style, right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo, where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin' fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but it's one thing I know, pimp (ayy)
I am, number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it, ayy
I, am, number one ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
And tell me now, dirty
What does it take to be, number one? (Woo)
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ayy)
(Tell me) what does it take to be, number one?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (check it, uh, check, yo)
Ayo, I'm tired of people judgin' what's real hip-hop
Half the time you be them niggas who f*ckin' album flop
You know, boat done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon, mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm awake
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryna see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby, name not Sigel, but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
With my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win dirty, dity (ayy)
I, am, number one
No matter if you like it, here, take it, sit down and write it
I, I, I, I , number one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Number one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all
You better watch who you talkin' 'bout, runnin' your mouth, like you know me
You gon' f*ck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one, you can't hold me if your last name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out, is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw, that's per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin, it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside, takin' your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please, boss
Don't be lyin', bitchin', and cryin', suck it up as a loss
'Cause your acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that (ayy)
I am, number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it, ayy
I, am, number one ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Now let me ask you, man
What does it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ayy)
What does it take to be, number one?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy?
Move it all around? (Woo)
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?
Hell yeah, ma, I love a girl that's willin' to learn
Willin' to get in the driver's seat and willin' to turn
And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, ooh, don't wind up on the flat line
Oh, if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin' my style, right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo, where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin' fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but it's one thing I know, pimp (ayy)
I am, number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it, ayy
I, am, number one ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
And tell me now, dirty
What does it take to be, number one? (Woo)
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ayy)
(Tell me) what does it take to be, number one?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (check it, uh, check, yo)
Ayo, I'm tired of people judgin' what's real hip-hop
Half the time you be them niggas who f*ckin' album flop
You know, boat done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon, mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm awake
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryna see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby, name not Sigel, but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
With my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win dirty, dity (ayy)
I, am, number one
No matter if you like it, here, take it, sit down and write it
I, I, I, I , number one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Number one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Writer: Cornell Haynes, Waiel Yaghnam
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
CG 2
[Nelly]
I tell ya what
Yo, know what I'm feelin'?
Check it..
[Chorus ]
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
(Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time
I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time)
A lil' mo' sho', listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
[Verse: Nelly]
You can find me, same city, same state
Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait
More license plates than your DMV
Takin' more total request than your MTV
Errry, gaga, they call me Dada
The rookie wanna signin' bonus for that pu nada
But my, salary cap won't allow me to give a nada
I guess she be a free agent until she find anotha'
Call it fresh, for the D's on my ATVs
And if I squeeze niggas fallin' like they last name Keys
Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds
First name GMC, last name Denali
Why the change? Yukon not f*ck wit me
Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be
I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated
I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, a little violated
[Verse: Ali]
Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard
Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford
What the cash for? me to spend
Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got
I f*ck twins from the back end
Back to the club and backed in
Went to the back end gotta announce we back in
The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco
Bread sick I need your Pluto
Black Banudo, in the candy black Turro
BMW Sport, check the Ra Report
What you thought it was a widle? yea, them seats swivel
Cats be killin' me talkin' ballin' and can't dribble
Bid 70 kibble, menage tua was civil
Crystal y'all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar
Hit the mall nigga, and shop 'till we fall
And the bitches y'll be lovin', we don't even bother to call
[Chorus: 2x]
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
[Verse: Kyjuan]
I'm comin' down down, baby, duck when you see me
When Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain't graffiti
No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the needy
Throwup a L, but I won't smoke a L at the city
Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy
Excursion, lime-green so I know that you'll see me
Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out
No doubt, like numba' 3 on Free City CD
It not a game, I went from a GS to a LS
And LS don't mean low self-esteem
So clean, cats think I sip ajax
Nights mis-match , hard from Zat
I smoke herb, but what's the harm in that?
Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that?
Only got caught once, where my warnin' at?
Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet
[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Back in 1993 (was when a school boy decided to be an MC)
See some said no, others said fa' sho
(and now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo')
Zoop zoop, open ya mind up for this lineup
No, we don't pitch but rich is how we wind up
Situations, entrepreneurs get dollars and new toys
(wait 'till they get a load of my Impala!)
We back back, matter fact goin' down down
You people need to calm down, Spreewells only goin' round
Actin' like you neva' seen a car dance befo'
They be askin' how does it feel like D' Angelo (how does it feel)
Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb weed, palm trees, no kickin' it on the beach
Have to work all day, dirty, 3 P.M. to 3
But at your local ATM you can find Murphy Lee
[Chorus: 3x]
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
I tell ya what
Yo, know what I'm feelin'?
Check it..
[Chorus ]
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
(Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time
I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time)
A lil' mo' sho', listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
[Verse: Nelly]
You can find me, same city, same state
Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait
More license plates than your DMV
Takin' more total request than your MTV
Errry, gaga, they call me Dada
The rookie wanna signin' bonus for that pu nada
But my, salary cap won't allow me to give a nada
I guess she be a free agent until she find anotha'
Call it fresh, for the D's on my ATVs
And if I squeeze niggas fallin' like they last name Keys
Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds
First name GMC, last name Denali
Why the change? Yukon not f*ck wit me
Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be
I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated
I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, a little violated
[Verse: Ali]
Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard
Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford
What the cash for? me to spend
Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got
I f*ck twins from the back end
Back to the club and backed in
Went to the back end gotta announce we back in
The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco
Bread sick I need your Pluto
Black Banudo, in the candy black Turro
BMW Sport, check the Ra Report
What you thought it was a widle? yea, them seats swivel
Cats be killin' me talkin' ballin' and can't dribble
Bid 70 kibble, menage tua was civil
Crystal y'all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar
Hit the mall nigga, and shop 'till we fall
And the bitches y'll be lovin', we don't even bother to call
[Chorus: 2x]
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
[Verse: Kyjuan]
I'm comin' down down, baby, duck when you see me
When Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain't graffiti
No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the needy
Throwup a L, but I won't smoke a L at the city
Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy
Excursion, lime-green so I know that you'll see me
Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out
No doubt, like numba' 3 on Free City CD
It not a game, I went from a GS to a LS
And LS don't mean low self-esteem
So clean, cats think I sip ajax
Nights mis-match , hard from Zat
I smoke herb, but what's the harm in that?
Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that?
Only got caught once, where my warnin' at?
Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet
[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Back in 1993 (was when a school boy decided to be an MC)
See some said no, others said fa' sho
(and now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo')
Zoop zoop, open ya mind up for this lineup
No, we don't pitch but rich is how we wind up
Situations, entrepreneurs get dollars and new toys
(wait 'till they get a load of my Impala!)
We back back, matter fact goin' down down
You people need to calm down, Spreewells only goin' round
Actin' like you neva' seen a car dance befo'
They be askin' how does it feel like D' Angelo (how does it feel)
Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb weed, palm trees, no kickin' it on the beach
Have to work all day, dirty, 3 P.M. to 3
But at your local ATM you can find Murphy Lee
[Chorus: 3x]
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Writer: KYJUAN, ALI JONES, CORNELL HAYNES, JASON EPPERSON, TOHRI MURPHY LEE HARPER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Say Now
[Nelly]
Gun shots reigned out over the city
And had everybody duckin and runnin checkin for any
Kinda shelter cause them peoples man they at it again
If you aint heard or seen it then you better pretend
Aint got no time for stoppin aint no catchin your wind
Ya baby mammas on the porch tellin her daughters "come in"
Got fathers grabbin sons "where the hell have you been?"
Boy and y'all just startin young I'm talkin 13 and 10
They started tranin' in the streets some type of ghetto battles
But they aint hoopin in the gym they hoopin crates in the alleys
Where else can you shoot a jump shot
Slang a rock all from the same spot?
Got one gang on this half the other gang
on the other half of the same block
Gunplay on Monday
Sundays a fun day
Will it stop one day?
I cant call it no way
When your gettin started everybody wanna help and get you off
But turn around first motherf*ckers wanna see you fall
[Chorus]
Say now (say now)
Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now)
Say now (say now)
Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now)
Say now (na na na na)
Can you hoes come out to play now? (na na na na na na na na)
Say now (na na na na)
Can you hoes come out
Na wait a minute na wait a minute na wait a minute na
[Hook: 2x]
Feel like I'm runnin towards the daylight
Tryin ta get my mind right
And just before I grab it somebody reach out and snatch it from me
Say now
Can you hoes come out to play now?
[Nelly]
(Hear me out)
Tryin ta put my city on the map and they mad at me
The same city some of them live in and they mad at me
When I come down to speak dirty why you mad at me?
Is it cause the old school freaked out niggas from A to Z?
Eight cd's,tv's, I aim to please
They mean the same to me like Biggie to C's
Like Easy to E's, Tupac to overseas
And I done see more aaliyah fans fall cry to their knees
I tell ya, I aint been livin this life for too long
And I cant count how many times someone has asked me what's wrong
Why my mother was gone
Why my dady wasnt home
And the same shit they told me I found myself tellin my own
Now its good-bye bad nights
Hello good times
There aint no way Ill let no nigga step in my shine
Keep tryin (keep tryin)
Theres bound ta be somethin G
As long as I'm AN S-T-L-U-N-A-T-I-C
I'll tell ya
[Chorus]
[Hook]
Hear me out now
Say now (echose) [4x]
Gun shots reigned out over the city
And had everybody duckin and runnin checkin for any
Kinda shelter cause them peoples man they at it again
If you aint heard or seen it then you better pretend
Aint got no time for stoppin aint no catchin your wind
Ya baby mammas on the porch tellin her daughters "come in"
Got fathers grabbin sons "where the hell have you been?"
Boy and y'all just startin young I'm talkin 13 and 10
They started tranin' in the streets some type of ghetto battles
But they aint hoopin in the gym they hoopin crates in the alleys
Where else can you shoot a jump shot
Slang a rock all from the same spot?
Got one gang on this half the other gang
on the other half of the same block
Gunplay on Monday
Sundays a fun day
Will it stop one day?
I cant call it no way
When your gettin started everybody wanna help and get you off
But turn around first motherf*ckers wanna see you fall
[Chorus]
Say now (say now)
Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now)
Say now (say now)
Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now)
Say now (na na na na)
Can you hoes come out to play now? (na na na na na na na na)
Say now (na na na na)
Can you hoes come out
Na wait a minute na wait a minute na wait a minute na
[Hook: 2x]
Feel like I'm runnin towards the daylight
Tryin ta get my mind right
And just before I grab it somebody reach out and snatch it from me
Say now
Can you hoes come out to play now?
[Nelly]
(Hear me out)
Tryin ta put my city on the map and they mad at me
The same city some of them live in and they mad at me
When I come down to speak dirty why you mad at me?
Is it cause the old school freaked out niggas from A to Z?
Eight cd's,tv's, I aim to please
They mean the same to me like Biggie to C's
Like Easy to E's, Tupac to overseas
And I done see more aaliyah fans fall cry to their knees
I tell ya, I aint been livin this life for too long
And I cant count how many times someone has asked me what's wrong
Why my mother was gone
Why my dady wasnt home
And the same shit they told me I found myself tellin my own
Now its good-bye bad nights
Hello good times
There aint no way Ill let no nigga step in my shine
Keep tryin (keep tryin)
Theres bound ta be somethin G
As long as I'm AN S-T-L-U-N-A-T-I-C
I'll tell ya
[Chorus]
[Hook]
Hear me out now
Say now (echose) [4x]
Writer: CORNELL HAYNES, JASON EPPERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fuck It Then
[ Featuring La La, Cedric The Entertainer ]
(Where have you been?)
Damn
Damn, girl, why didn't you tell me the elevator was broke?
(What took you so long?)
I had to climb 'bout three, four flights of steps, what's up?
(All I asked was to get the Nellyville CD) ayy, uh
Damn, yeah, I got it, I got it, I got it
(How hard was that?)
What? Why you actin' mad?
I'm the one running around looking for the album
(Because I've been in this apartment for a long time)
What you talkin' 'bout it took so long? (Waitin' on your ass)
I ain't been gone but, shoot, what? (I done watched Jenny Jones)
One, two, three hours? (Montel, Judge Judy)
I wasn't even gone for that long
(What? You had to go to St. Louis to get the motherf*ckin' CD?)
Look, baby, look, I got it, just calm down, alright, calm down
(What was so hard about that?)
Look, just drink some champagne
(I don't want no damn champagne, where's is the Nellyville?)
Maybe later on, I hit that ass (whatever)
Everybody just chill out, you know what I mean? (Where's the CD?)
Yeah, I got the Nelly for you, yeah, I got it
I'ma put this on, yeah
You know, I hope you don't mind the clean version
(The clean version?) what?
(What?)
Nah, this is all they had
(Nigga, what you think, this is rated PG?)
Look baby, look, I can cuss, I can cuss for everybody (you think we at the Prom?)
Don't you worry about the cussin' (the f*ck is wrong with you?)
There's gonna be plenty of bad words sayin' up in-
(Whatever, you know what? Get me out of this small ass)
Where you think you're goin'? (Hot ass apartment, anyways)
You just gon'-
Oh, so you just gon' leave me like that? (where's my shit?)
After I been- (give me my coat, I'm ready to go)
So you-? Okay
So you just gonna NSync a bro?
You just gone (bye)
You're
And the truth remains, you're-
Hey, that' alright
'Cause I hope your ass slip and fall down them stairs
You and your Gucci shoes
(Ah)
Writer: La Forrest Cope, Cedric Kyles, Waiel Yaghnam
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Nellyville is the second studio album by American rapper Nelly. It was released on June 25, 2002, by Universal Records and Fo' Reel Entertainment. The album's production was handled by Waiel Yaghnam, the Neptunes, Jay E, Trackboyz, Ryan Bowser, and Just Blaze. Two singles from Nellyville, "Hot in Herre" and "Dilemma", both topped the US Billboard Hot 100 for respectively seven and ten weeks. The album received generally favorable reviews from music critics, who praised the production.
Nellyville debuted at the top of the US Billboard 200, with sales of 715,000 equivalent-units in the opening week of the country. It remained at number one for four non-consecutive weeks and was eventually certified six-times platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for shipments of over six million equivalent-units in sales, which allowed Nellyville to become Nelly's second number-one, multi-platinum, and top-10 album in the United States following his debut album Country Grammar in 2000.
As of March 16, 2011, Nellyville sold 6,488,000 copies in the United States, and it became the 14th best-selling rap album of all time. Internationally, it peaked at number two on the album charts in the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, Germany, and New Zealand.
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NellyNellyville debuted at the top of the US Billboard 200, with sales of 715,000 equivalent-units in the opening week of the country. It remained at number one for four non-consecutive weeks and was eventually certified six-times platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for shipments of over six million equivalent-units in sales, which allowed Nellyville to become Nelly's second number-one, multi-platinum, and top-10 album in the United States following his debut album Country Grammar in 2000.
As of March 16, 2011, Nellyville sold 6,488,000 copies in the United States, and it became the 14th best-selling rap album of all time. Internationally, it peaked at number two on the album charts in the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, Germany, and New Zealand.
Genre(s): Hip hop, pop rap
Producer(s): Waiel Yaghnam, The Neptunes, Jay E, Trackboyz, Bam, Ryan Bowser, Just Blaze
Length: 79:40
Released: June 25th, 2002
Year: 2002