[talking through megaphone] Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did ya All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L. Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne [Nelly] On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!) You know it and these cats hate it I got nothing outdated If it is it's self rated S-class wit everything voice-activated Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back
[Lil' Wayne] I represent them street niggas
When they get hot, carry the heat niggas Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas You livin on the edge Fleet nigga That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes I carry 4's in my side pocket While yours cock a nigga mind poppin Walk through you house wit my iron now when
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This is for my niggaaassss Who be keepin it tight Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night
This is for my bitchessss Wit the style and grace Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face
[Nelly] I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen And she ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm splitin Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled Pump +Nore+ number six, 'bitch give me some head' And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot Bout ta tell ya the truth I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou'
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[Lil' Wayne] I ain't no busta nigga Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here You don't make out alive very often up in here I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers Weezy-wez partna
[Nelly] Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know If you was the Jackie Frost why didn't you say so Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks
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[Nelly] This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss
[talking through megaphone] Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha We know ya didn't see that one comin Uh, uh ee-yah Uh, uh wodie
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