*featuring Ali, Gube Thug
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[Nelly]
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Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh
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Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper
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+Silkk+ headliner, ain't No Limit to how I +Shock+ ya
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All chrome dated, they suberb when I drop her
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All these haters, they suberb when I cock the
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Nah I ain't gon' tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myself
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But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself
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Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland
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Where they might shoot you up (ohh) it's not your heart layin
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Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water
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Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"
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And uh, you need to show me what you talkin about
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What all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouth
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I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I
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The hump back girls with thighs
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Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein thick
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Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit
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I stay..
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[Chorus: Nelly]
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We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah
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Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order
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(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)
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Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah
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Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order
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[Ali]
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Yo, check, yo
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You gettin close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks
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So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank
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Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon
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Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons
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Then we - flood the streets, oh how they - lovin me
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Come through in the Buick sittin so - love-ly
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We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas
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Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob (ho)
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I'm natural wit it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (wit it)
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I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it
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Get it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap).. I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited
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RUN FOR COVER! Somebody call up the Guinness
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Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin tremendous
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Dirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destruction
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It's the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin
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It go..
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[Chorus]
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[Gube Thug]
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Yo.. I'm from the land of kick do's
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Where niggaz come through your window with pistols
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like Bruh Man off the fifth flo'
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See the way the wrist glow, sick flow
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Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco
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Hood crime highly infested
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Check your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly requested
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And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+
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In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker
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And the game from the veterans, righteous bars
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I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars
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And the world might change if ever I quit blessin it
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Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament
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I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon
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Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan
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Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells
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Might, catch me hoppin outta the truck, blowin the L
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We yellin..
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[Chorus - repeat to fade]
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Down In Da Water
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| Nelly |
