Lyrics:
Sixty carats first I score it, then I wrap
It, then I send it, then I sell it
When I die I'm takin' my trap money
And buyin' my way in Heaven
Pour a fo',
that It Stack man
You know that it stack quick
Nelly make the pack flip
Chopper make him dance Motherfucker do a backflip
Serving to a big motherfucker
jelly
Fresh pair of forces I think that i'm Nelly
Hundreds on hundreds it's like graded papers
Pull up to the scene blow a kiss to the haters
I'm rocking
come out swingin like Ron Artest, nigga
[Chorus: Nelly]
Is it the concrete, or the walls
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is LOCKDOWN
that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded
And if it's beef
making
Baking soda by the bacon I'm cooking, mix and whip it
? Like syrup dripping, call Willie Randolph flipping
I'm, pimping, I ain't tripping bout you
to his name
That's the part that's insane, not a penny to claim
Moving on, after thunder then we flood em with rain
We call it Nelly by name, a cool lil
Nelly]
That motherfucker was horrific
Yes it was, yes it was
Okay, I was
[Chorus]
Sittttttttttin, on the hillllllllll
Countin my, DOUGH
And by the time they landed sure enough it was more than lust, but less then love
Ther were full-fledged members of the "you know what club"!
Yeah,
Sweet one from the favela
Like Nelly and Kelly, I got a dilemma
She said my life's like a novella
Tell her that's just life, you got to get it
date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T, we do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend
Band aid like I'm Nelly bitch
Get on the floor
Watch my J's
Like I'm Nelly bitch
All this cash fall watch It rain
Chillin wt the hooligans
Who you
flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
I'm blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
it's explosives gettin' tossed (y'all niggas gay)
Y'all can keep y'all fingers crossed, call me when you get lost, bitch
Call me if you get lost
By
I do pay for something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!)
I might fly by you in
make that wife?
We know her since way back when
If it's a Rolls then it gotta be a Cullinan
G63 if Mercedes-
Wide selection of gyal that we got
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
Whoa Nelly, why do you lie your name
Ain't Nelly and it's a crying shame
You've been going by this misnomer
And Jesus, they say you died
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
(Nelly)
Check it
It ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma'
Slight limp son, you
Selling crack
Flip it back
Get it back
Sippin act
Shop at Saks
Then it’s back to the trap
My bitch she’s a brat
Light skin ass fat
Make a nigga want to love
complications, relationships ain't gonna be the same
Do they want the fame?
And all that it can bring? (Huh?)
If they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell
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