*featuring Lil' Wayne
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[talking through megaphone]
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Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did ya
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All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.
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Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne
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[Nelly]
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On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!)
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You know it and these cats hate it
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I got nothing outdated
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If it is it's self rated
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S-class wit everything voice-activated
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Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it
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Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it
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Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac
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On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back
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[Lil' Wayne]
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I represent them street niggas
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When they get hot, carry the heat niggas
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Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas
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You livin on the edge Fleet nigga
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That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga
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Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
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Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
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I carry 4's in my side pocket
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While yours cock a nigga mind poppin
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Walk through you house wit my iron now when
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[Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)]
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This is for my niggaaassss
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Who be keepin it tight
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Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night
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This is for my bitchessss
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Wit the style and grace
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Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face
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[Nelly]
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I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen
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And she ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm splitin
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Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
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Pump +Nore+ number six, "bitch give me some head"
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And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist
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Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips
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And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot
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Bout ta tell ya the truth
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I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou'
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Wayne]
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I ain't no busta nigga
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Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga
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Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here
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You don't make out alive very often up in here
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I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
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I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna
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I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna
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Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers
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Weezy-wez partna
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[Nelly]
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Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle
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Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle
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Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know
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If you was the Jackie Frost why didn't you say so
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Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me
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Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week
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Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet
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Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss
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[talking through megaphone]
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Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha
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We know ya didn't see that one comin
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Uh, uh ee-yah
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Uh, uh wodie
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For My
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