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Nelly

Cornell Iral Haynes, Jr. (born November 2, 1974), better known by his stage name Nelly, is an American Grammy Award-winning rapper, entrepreneur and occasional actor. He has performed with the rap group St. Lunatics since 1993 and signed to Universal Records in 1999. Under Universal, Nelly began his solo career in 2000 with his debut album Country Grammar, the title track of which was a top ten hit. The album debuted at number three on the Billboard 200 and went on to peak at number one. Country Grammar is Nelly's best-selling album to date, selling over 8.4 million copies in the United States. His following album, Nellyville, produced the number-one hits "Hot in Herre" and "Dilemma" (featuring Kelly Rowland). Other singles included "Work It" (featuring Justi… more »

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2000

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[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by

You see Biggie be like what's beef?
Me I'm like what's weed? 
Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know.
Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke. 

And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke.
I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love. 
Then after that roll cool "J's" I mean bud.
'Cause I still piss stems and still s*** seeds, 

I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed.
Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong.
My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic.
I know one day, I'm gone stop, 

but that will be the day when my seeds don't pop.
You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick. 
But on the other hand, as soon as I'm sober I forget.
S***, I'm still stuck at point "A" ya dig, 
and my momma think that I should quit.

[Chorus: x2]

Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by 
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for weed donars.

You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve.
Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd. 
That's my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden),
make a n**** clap something, get all mad and slap something.

Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors.
See I smoke alone, I need gra** like lawn mowers.
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time,
and I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine.

Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0.
Eyes blowed f*** plenty henny and hydro.
F*** a b**** and some clothes, I gotta get rich
gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed.

[Chorus: x2]

All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo.
If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more,
but since I don't some might consider me slow.
Don't worry though.

I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag. 
Eyes gla**ed smoking fill from the hash.
Choking after that but don't the blunt pa**.
"What we doin' today" Same s*** we did last week.

Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up.
Bag up and make some runs and roll up.
5-0 behind me my n****s so hold up.
Ok made a left so continue to roll up.

Don't get me wrong police, yo I stop for them, 
but when they leave guaranteed I'll be smoking again.
Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag. 
The type of n**** smoke on the way to his rehab.

[Chorus: x2]

[Chorus]

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