Hmm, I’m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Hmm, I’m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
(Nelly)
You can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
Smoking nem dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff
Sippin bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Gats and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it’s all because, I accumulated enough stress
Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome
And it’s candy painted, fans fainted
While I’m entertaining, wild ain’t it
How me and mugs hang wit hay hung wit nem thugs (Hot Shit)
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I’m from the Lou and I’m proud
Run a mile for the cause
I’m righteous above the law
Playa my style’s raw
I’m going to «Mack» like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamour
Give me D’s wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be’s ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
Fuck bionic it’s ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
You say pretty boys can’t be wild niggas
Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, run up in the bustin the crowd nigga
How nigga, ask me again it’s going down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Frown niggas, what you be givin when I’m around nigga
Frown nigga, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Ready to cut you up any day now
Play by, my rules boo and you going to stay high
May I, answer yo third question like hey I
Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma
From St. Louis to Memphis
From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town
KC Motown to Alabama, L-A
New York Yankee niggas to hot Atlanta, Loisianna
All my niggas wit Country Grammar
Smokin blunts in Savanna
Blow thirty mill like I’m Hammer
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
Let’s show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you niggas quit acting silly mon, kid quit feelin billy mon
Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly mon
Specily of Remi mon, keys to my Beemer mon
Holla and beep me mon, see me mon
Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon
Through U-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice niggas
Shice niggas who snatch yo life nigga, trife niggas
Super ducers sale the same twice nigga, ice nigga
All over close to never sober from broke
To havin dough cause my price Range is Rover
Now I’m knockin like Jehovah
Let me in now, let me in now
Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in, we spin now
I got money to lend my friends now, we in now
Candy benz wit wooden tens now
Woo fuckin lesbian twins now, sin now
Through the pen I make my ends now
Chorus 2X