[Nelly]
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They said a country boy, came through and then - changed the game
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If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame
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If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim
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Your record sales start to slip and then - Nelly to blame
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Now who you know come through first time on the scene
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No set-ups, no guest appearances in between
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Fire like a nigga drinkin gasoline
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I keep it hot, like my dirty down in New Orleans
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The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring
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Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing
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Thug drinkin mo', but Don the King
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I'm gettin pissy, with Tissy, Missy and Irene
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Real close friends that like to try things
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Me and my dirties we like to buy things
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Fuck around and give me a license to fly things
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Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like
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[Chorus x2:]
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Skurrrrt, oh! (Gon' break it down)
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Oh Nelly! (Gon' change that game around)
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And I bet (y'all really gon' hate him now)
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Why don't you come ride with me? Oooh-wee!
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[Nelly]
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First name Nelly, last name Nel
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First letter C, last letter L
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Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
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V-12 full detail, sittin on Sprewell's
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Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
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But why the radio so loud? Too much spent
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Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint'
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Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I.
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Head for my residency, lovin my presidency
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I do it like you never did see
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Shady to them niggaz that's shadin me
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Givin back to the ones that gave to me
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Bought a Caddy for the man that created me (who?)
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My daddy, call him Big Nelly (ooh!)
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Pimp juice flowin through that bloodline cuz
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Huh, see what it does? Yeah, you feel the buzz, like
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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One mo' time! N, E, dash L-L-Y
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If you didn't like me then, gon' hate me now
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Me and Murph' fogged out in the buggy I
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With the, suction doors, two bad-ass whores
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Holla at Yo, cause I need that custom made
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Waves, fresh fade, brand new Band-Aid
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Skurrrt, them boys ain't playin around
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unless it's in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch
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Never tic-tac-toe, there's too many of those
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I need a Rocky Dennis face - uhh, knowhatImean?
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Then I'm good to roll; hey, out of control
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New motto - never fuck the same hoe!
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Tryin to catch Bilt, four 'more to go
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From the bed to the flo', jackrabbit too pro
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Knock 'em out, wake baby girl to let her know
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Yo - you can't even stay here tonight, f'real, I'm sorry
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly - still talking over Chorus]
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Y'know, cuz, my security they gon' be knockin on the door in a minute
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and, if you ain't out ma it's, it's it's gon' be violence
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Um, yeah, f'sure, nothin personal, fo'sho'
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[Interlude]
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Uh uh, uh, you come ride with me
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Uh, uh uh, uh you come ride with me
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Skurrrrrt! Uh uh, uh, uh you come ride with me
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Uh uh, uh, uh, uh uh
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[Chorus - 1/2X]
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Oh Nelly
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| Nelly |
