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| Nelly Country Grammar E.I. Uh.. uh uh uh uh Uh.. wait a minute now Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh.. Can you hear me out there? Lunatics.. is y'all ready? Let me hear ya Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Nelly] I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright) Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws I'm droppin 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know! And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby Gimme Some Mo' You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime I ask her, Who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics? Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this Should we apologize? Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY! Chorus: repeat 2X Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's happenin now? Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery'night [Nelly] We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga Money long, nigga Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on In the black SS with the naviga-tion See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY! Chorus [Nelly] Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?! Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me? Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut Then I slide up in the Escalade Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades And me and Heezy - frosty, project mo' wrapped up than Bugsy You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than Aisle D More bread than Aisle G, then bag and scan me +Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY! Chorus [Nelly] St. Louis y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, can you feel that? Lunatics y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yell it universal y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y'all Chorus (to fade + ad libs) |
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