Let Us Go

[Skit] Nelly: Callin these niggaz mayn (*phone ringing*) Nelly: Got me up on wait Man: Can you get that nigga Nelly: I know these niggaz is home Nelly: Yo Man: Yo, what up boss Nelly: Yo, where why'all at derrty? Man: Uh, like, like, um, over there Nelly: Yo mayn, get why'all ass out here Man: Where you at? Nelly: I'm at the studio mayn, see'mon Man: Oh, we on our way Nelly: why'all niggaz supposed to be here an hour ago mayn Man: Oh, word Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout [King Jacob] Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those Word to hispanics, 'atics Rollin nappies and Caddy classes (yeah) Gettin harassed them by them bastards [Professor] Hey yo, I see your color Jacob, they creepin up on the side Just doin they job, fuck with us cause there's D's on the ride [King Jacob] Got me queazy inside, plus we got the feezy inside And we "Cheech" while we ride, I can't believe we this high [Professor] Man, if he trippin off this blunt, then he's a bitch cop I roll past the whole constitutes smoke just pourin out the G-top (tops) [King Jacob] Plus my nigga filled to the bompty-bompty Boopin feet turn them sirens on, I doubt if we stop [Professor] I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob [King Jacob] Really they would, that it's still to the good Cause we still in the hood Plus I got a license if he trip and filler that bud [Professor] Shit he about to flag us, fittin to harass us We catch a free case, if he bag us Nigga gonna fag us out, if he pass us [Chorus] - w/ ad libs Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those Popo trippin, want to flag a nigga about his radio No time to panic, hide the automatic and I'll stash the dro Run my name, our plates, my shit gets checked, you gotta let us go [Professor] They pulled up right on our ass And just as quick as he got on us, you-turned up on the grass I'm like Jacob your killin the gas, you school 'em so fast You should be sportin a book in the bag, I looked and just laughed [King Jacob] Shit you know how I do it, gone off that fluid Plus this dope don't help, I'm takin cron needle steps Now we need hoes next cause I'm full of this weed Lookin for "Love Connection" like Chuck Woolery [Professor] Indeed, you know it's time to act a plum fool up Professor and King Jacob it's time these haters shape up And wake up, cause while we got TV's on the ride And D's on the ride, don't hate us cause your girl want to ride [King Jacob] Young guys, a consolation prize, show 'em what they won guys Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one times Why why'all keep hatin, me and P be ridin by (bye bye) [Chorus] [King Jacob] Dirty I'm outta control, catch me out on the road Drivin too fast or pulled over, hollerin at hoes Don't matter, either way it go, I'm gonna flow On eighty-eight inches, and the dope box smoke Us thoroughbread niggaz never show no pain Got your girl in my bed, but I don't know no names Got a ice rolle, a Range on them thangs With a nice crib and I ain't sold no cocaine [Professor] Introduce your please now and direct is complete You'll probably see doin 'tography, eights in the street Up in the ride, body big block with a stick in the floor I do donuts then let cops stare, give chase when I go I'm gonna still kick it with "Lunatics" that sick with the flow I'm shittin on hoes, that mine are so clean sittin on both You never know what you expect, you see us out on the road What you expect when it's flossin season, we do this like pros [Chorus] [Skit] Nelly: Yo mayn, what the fuck just happened out there Man: Mayn these niggaz tryna crucify a nigga man, I mean Nelly: Yeah, I'm try not pop on talkin and shit Nelly: I'm like what these niggaz did done Man: Man they ain't really talkin 'bout nothin Nelly: Man why'all better hurry up and get why'all ass to the studio mayn Nelly: 'Fore why'all get in no more trouble Man: I'm comin yo, I'm tryna Nelly: why'all niggaz gettin locked up, I just bailed you niggaz out Man: I know, I thankful for that man Nelly: Bouncin and shit Nelly: Gotta get this money mayn Man: I'm comin Nelly: Presidents now Nelly: Get why'all ass here Man: Gotta go home in a minute though (*inhale and cough*)