*featuring Nelly, Roscoe, Cardan, Lil' Jon, Lil' Wayne
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[Nelly]
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Uh, Yeah
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Ohh-Ohh
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What we have herre?
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Uh, Yeah
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Ooohh
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Uh, Yeah
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Ooohh
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[Hook 1: Nelly]
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This goes out to my Midwest crew
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Now hold ya M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me
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Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
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Candy paint on d's and fo's
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[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
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Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap
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Hip-Hop, kid and nap
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Snoop Dogg 'Lac wit the diamond in the back
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I rep it like a mayor mayn
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Summin like a playa mayn
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St. Louis cookin' and I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
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Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
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Praise the Lord or say peace to God
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I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
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Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to
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Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
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You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
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I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em
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I aint dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for em
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And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em
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And buy at the bar whatever gon keep the night goin
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Do what you do and you do it, just do it big
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And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz..
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[Hook 2: Nelly]
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This goes out to my West Coast crew
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Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
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Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
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Hit the switch on yo six fo's
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[Verse 2: Roscoe]
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Naps, rock, skit
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West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack
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Swerve in the Cadillac
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Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
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serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats
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And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride
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Through that place known worldwide
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It's the Westside..
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Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs
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Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack
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Los Angeles where they sag to the mud
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Drop the back let it drag, du rags full of thugs
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Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat"
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Why A's decay, we way hard ok?
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I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
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Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes
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Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic
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Runnin' the radio in Cali cuz I stay in the traffic
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[Hook 3: Nelly]
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This goes out to my East Coast crew
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Now hold ya E's up in the airr if ya feel me
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Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
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Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's
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[Verse 3: Cardan]
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Yo, Yo, step in the party like..
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Sippin' on Bacardi like..
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I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like...
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It's gettin' frisky for me
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Girls, they strippin for me
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Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)
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I gettin brain and, pimpin' I cant complainin'
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It's crazy I can't explain it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
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Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
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Lovin' this track cuz we gonna rock and roll
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I huff and puff until my indo's gone
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So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on
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We might be floppin' homey, we all critic
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Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City
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We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'
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Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleepin'
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I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy
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Y'all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay)
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[Hook 4: Nelly]
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This goes out to my Dirty South crew
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Now hold ya S up in the airr if ya feel me
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Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
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If ya tempted to throw them bows
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[Bridge: Lil' Jon]
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Get yo hands up bitch
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Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]
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We gon drink a fifth of hen
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And we gon rock it to this bitch - [repeat 2X]
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We represent that Dirty
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We aint expectin' no shit - [repeat 2X]
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We wild out in the club
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Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]
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[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
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Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo'
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4-5 make a nigga go.. (Ooooh)
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I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great
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Stay low when get cake, oh..
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Yeah, me no play we can take it outside
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Never met a nigga take myself pride
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It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
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Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5
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I represent that Money
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I aint scared to throw my click up
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Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire
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I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast
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Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch
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I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass
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P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
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Give
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This Goes Out
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| Murphy Lee |
