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1. _ Hot In Herre
Hot In Herre Nelly (Nellyville) Hot in..... So hot in herre..... So hot in..... [Nelly] I was like, good gracious ass bodacious Flirtatcious, tryin to show faces Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you know) Lookin for the right time to flash them G's Then um I'm leavin, please believin Me and the rest of my heathens Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve, no teasin I need you to get up up on the dance floor Give that man what he askin for Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use [Hook x2] (I said) Its gettin hot in here (so hot) So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off [Nelly] Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the bottles What good is all the fame if you aint fuckin the models I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the throttle And I be down, and do a hundred, top down and goggles Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it I spit game cuz baby I cant talk it Warm, sweatin its hot up in this joint VOKAL tanktop, all on at this point Your with a winner so baby you cant loose I got secrets cant leave Cancun So take it off like your home alone You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend, like "girl I think my butt gettin big" [Hook x2] (Nelly hang all out) Mix a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) Give a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah (Nelly hang all out) With a little bit a ah, ah And a sprinkle a that ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah [Nelly] Stop placin, time wastin I gotta a friend with a fo' in the basement (What?) I'm just kiddin like Jason (Oh) Unless you gon' do it Extra, extra eh, spread the news Nelly took a trip from the Luna to Neptunes Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in sasoons Say she like to think about cuttin in restrooms [Hook x4] (Nelly hang all out) Mix a little bit of ah, ah With a little bit of ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) Give a little bit of ah, ah With a little bit of ah, ah (Nelly hang all out) With a little bit of ah, ah And a sprinkle of that ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah more free lyrics |
2. _ On The Grind
Uh...yea...swing Nel my dirty Jacob Yea Come on [Hook] [Nelly] Now if you gonna ride Get inside lets roll If you runnin yo mouth then Shit then shut my door I ain't got nothing on my hands but time Tell me were you the one that's on the grind If you gonna ride Get inside lets roll If you runnin yo mouth then Shit then shut my door I ain't got nothing on my hands but time Tell me were you the one that's on the grind Check it was it you that was on the grind dirty They actin like they really want it with me Trust me they don't really want it they just want to be seen They wanna disrupt my team with these publicity schemes Tryin' to dismantle my panel with lies rumors and scandals But uh I pull through it like I'm tuggin a war I tell ya the situation like I been here before I'm still popin dirty still smokin point clickin Watchin the doors open No jokin e'rything remotin No chokin or bleedin this ride is for free No matter what u got your dying for free Automatically I'm focused like 35 millimeters All of the sudden like such and such wanna meet us All of the sudden like such and such wanna greet us The same will you believe us Now they all tryin to cheat us In real life they can't beat us Some time they try to repeat us [Hook] Why is they yackin like they fuckin with these? (I don't know) Why is they stuntin like they holdin the keys? (tell me) Them type of people don't be holdin no heat (naw) Then how the fuck they gon be rollin with me (uh) Dude how the hell you ain't gonna waste yo time (wait yo time) Yo mouth gonna fuck around and gonna waste yo time (ey) I don't them nigga that ain't gonna grind When its peso time come out and take yo shine dirty I'm the same nigga that's outta control (outta control) I put a little malinger out on the roll (ey) The bigger it just got the calico I been cockin and loadin I been poppin in fours (uh) Set that aside cuz I gotta get those (gotta get those) The finest shit then what you proud of me for (tell me) The dirty either you gonna ride or you don't (uh) Inside there's more shit if not we're gone nigga [Hook] uh uh uh uh uh uh you tell em Watch me now I'm spiffy now Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now You tell 'em watch me now I'm spiffy now Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now Well if said it I done it if I done it I did it And if I, And if I want it if don't put it against it The way that I should spend it to get just how I should All money ain't good money but no money ain't good I took the hood tactics and plot with musical talents Tryin to create a balance In between Minnesota and Dallas Never matters when I'm speakin If you peepin just let me know I'm guaranteed to keep it crackin just like eggs hittin the flo I'm dottin just wanna be I ask Clippin the wings I wanna fly ass Only Q and D. Miles can look down on me Maybe I should bee bee in my head I puts it down homie [Hook x2] You tell em watch me now I'm spiffy now Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now You tell em watch me now I'm spiffy now Smoke sticky now and the Mrs. pick me now ey more free lyrics |
3. _ Dilemma
I love and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
Need you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
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4. _ Oh Nelly
[Nelly] They said a country boy, came through and then - changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim Your record sales start to slip and then - Nelly to blame Now who you know come through first time on the scene No set-ups, no guest appearances in between Ride like a nigga drinkin gasoline I keep it hot, like my dirty down in New Orleans The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing Thug drinkin mo', but Don the King I'm gettin pissy, with Tissy, Missy and Irene Real close friends that like to try things Me and my dirties we like to buy things Fuck around and give me a license to fly things Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like [Chorus: repeat 2X] Skurrrrt, oh! (Gon' break it down) Oh Nelly! (Gon' change that game around) And I bet (y'all really gon' hate him now) Why don't you come ride with me? Oooh-wee! [Nelly] First name Nelly, last name Nel First letter C, last letter L Six hundred fly by, what the hell? V-12 full detail, sittin on Sprewell's Who in? Can't tell, too much tint But why the radio so loud? Too much spent Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint' Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I. Head for my residency, lovin my presidency I do it like you never did see Shady to them niggaz that's shadin me Givin back to the ones that gave to me Bought a Caddy for the man that created me (who?) My daddy, call him Big Nelly (ooh!) Pimp juice flowin through that bloodline cuz Huh, see what it does? Yeah, you feel the buzz, like [Chorus] [Nelly] One mo' time! N, E, dash L-L-Y If you didn't like me then, gon' hate me now Me and Murph' fogged out in the buggy I With the, suction doors, two bad-ass whores Holla at Yo, cause I need that custom made Waves, fresh fade, brand new Band-Aid Skurrrt, them boys ain't playin around unless it's in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch Never tic-tac-toe, there's too many of those I need a Rocky Dennis face - uhh, knowhatI'mean? Then I'm good to roll; hey, out of control New motto - never fuck the same hoe! Tryin to catch Bilt, four 'more to go From the bed to the flo', jackrabbit too pro Knock 'em out, wake baby girl to let her know Yo - you can't even stay here tonight, f'real, I'm sorry [Chorus] [Nelly - still talking over Chorus] Y'know, cuz, my security they gon' be knockin on the door in a minute and, if you ain't out ma it's, it's it's gon' be violence Um, yeah, f'sure, nothin personal, fo'sho' [Interlude] Uh uh, uh, you come ride with me Uh, uh uh, uh you come ride with me Skurrrrrt! Uh uh, uh, uh you come ride with me Uh uh, uh, uh, uh uh [Chorus] - 1/2X more free lyrics |
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5. _ Nellyville
Welcome to Nellyville where all newborns give a half a mil
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6. _ CG2
[Nelly]
I tell ya what
Yo, know what I'm feelin'?
Check it..
[Chorus ]
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
(Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time
I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time)
A lil' mo' sho', listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Mmmm..
I'm comin' back down baby
This time in the six fo'
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
[Verse: Nelly]
You can find me, same city, same state
Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait
More license plates than your DNV
Takin' more total request than your MTV
Errry, gaga, they call me Daga
The rookie wanna signin' bonus for that pu nada
But my, salary cap won't allow me to give a nada
I guess she be a free agent until she find anotha'
Call it fresh, for the D's on my ATVs
And if I squeeze niggas fallin' like they last name Keys
Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds
First name GMC, last name Denali
Why the change? you come know fuck wit me
Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be
I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated
I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator
[Verse: Ali]
Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard
Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford
What the cash for? me to spend
Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got
I fuck twins from the back end
Back to the club and backed in
Went to the back end gotta announce we back in
The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco
Bread sick I need your Pluto
Black Banudo, in the candy black Turro
BMW Sport, check the Ra Report
What you thought it was a widle? yea, them seats swivel
Cats be killin' me talkin' ballin' and can't dribble
Bid 70 kibble, m |
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7. _ 5000
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8. _ Fuck It Then
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9. _ Gettin' It Started
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10. _ Say Now
[Nelly] Gun shots ringed out over the city And had everybody duckin and runnin checkin for any Kinda shelter cause them peoples man they at it again If you aint heard or seen it then you better pretend Aint got no time for stoppin aint no catchin your wind Ya baby mammas on the porch tellin her daughters "come in" Got fathers grabbin sons "where the hell have you been?" Boy and y'all just startin young I'm talkin 13 and 10 They started tradin in the streets some type of ghetto battles But they aint hoopin in the gym they hoopin crates in the alleys Where else can you shoot a jump shot Slang a rock all from the same spot? Got one gang on this half the other gang on the other half of the same block Gunplay on Monday Sundays a fun day Will it stop one day? I cant call it no way When your gettin started everybody wanna help and get you off But turn around first motherfuckers wanna see you fall [Chorus] Say now (say now) Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now) Say now (say now) Can you hoes come out to play now? (play now) Say now (na na na na) Can you hoes come out to play now? (na na na na na na na na) Say now (na na na na) Can you hoes come out Na wait a minute na wait a minute na wait a minute na [Hook: 2x] Feel like I'm runnin for the daylight Tryin ta get my mind right And just before I die will somebody reach out and snatch it from me Say now Can you hoes come out to play now? [Nelly] (Hear me out) Tryin ta put my city on the map and they mad at me The same city some of them live in and they mad at me When I come down to speak dirty why you mad at me? Is it cause the old school freaked out niggas from A to Z? Eight cd's,tv's, I aim to please They mean the same to me like Biggie to C's Like Easy to E's, Tupac to overseas And I done seen more Lia fans fall cry to their knees I tell ya, I aint been livin this life for too long And I cant count how many times someone has asked me what's wrong Why my mother was gone Why my dady wasnt home And the same shit they told me I found myself tellin my own Now its good-bye bad nights Hello good times There aint no way Ill let no nigga step in my shine Keep tryin (keep tryin) Theres bound ta be somethin G As long as I'm in STL You in the TIC I'll tell ya [Chorus] [Hook] Hear me out now Say now (echose) [4x] more free lyrics |
11. _ In The Store
[Cedric:] yo yo yo yo, my man, yo [Clerk:] Yea, what can I help you with? [Cedric:] Hey c'mon man you gotta say you got me on dis one, Look... [Clerk:] What do ya need, what do ya need? [Cedric:] You got da new Nelly? You got dat in? The Nellyville, you got dat right? [Clerk:] What is that rap or something? [Cedric:] Wha? [Clerk:] I think we jus sold out of it man. [Cedric:] SOLD OUT?!C'mon bro dis da fourth, fifth, store I've been to today, they all sold out! [Clerk:] We're all sold out bro. [Cedric:] C'mon man you gotta help a brotha out, man I'm in a [Clerk interruptes:(Hey man!)] desperate sitiation herre playa! [Clerk:] I'd love to help you my brotha! [Cedric:] I got a nice lil sexy lil thing waitin on me at da crib, and all she wanna hear is Nelly, I'm tryin to get it through your smell. [Clerk:] I hear ya,[Cedric interrupts:(wha?)] I hear ya, you gotta get the mood goin, ya know...? [Cedric:(laughin)] yea, dats what I'm tryin to do pimp juice! [Clerk:] PIMP JUICE?! [Cedric:] Look man, let me..., can you download it for me? sumthin? [Clerk:] No man, we can't do that here, sorry! [Cedric:] Mp3? You can't...? [Clerk:] No, we can't, we can't Mp3, sorry! [Cedric:] Let me take one of your listenin machines or sumthin, and I'll bring it back to you tomorrow. [Clerk:] Ya fuckin crazy? My boss would kill me man! [Cedric:] Look man, jus check in da back, do whateva you gotta do. [Clerk:] Hold on, let me see what I can do for ya bro.Let me see... [Clerk:] Man this is the last one I got. [Cedric:] For real? Aight! Cool wait.. [Clerk:] It's the clean version, that's all I got, I found the clean version for ya! [Cedric:] It's da clean version? [Clerk:] Nelly, ya know the new one, Nellyville. [Cedric:] It said there's NO cusin on it? NONE? [Clerk:] Ya want it? [Cedric:] Dat's all you got? [Clerk:] It's hip-hop! [Cedric:(sigh)] Damn aight, aight give me dat man.I jus got ta make it happen right now, I jus gotta... [Clerk:] Alright, Alright but hurry up we got people waitin in line here, they've been waitin for a long time. [Cedric:] Yea, go ahead and giva it to me. [Clerk:] Good luck dawg! more free lyrics |
12. _ Pimp Juice
[Intro] One pound for the hoe, that's all we need baby Just one for the hoes.. c'mon [Chorus] Pimp juice - oooooooooh-ooooooooh-hoooooooo I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it loose) Let her loose, let her loooooose She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real) Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin new pimp juice I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for homegirl to recognize) Yes I do, yes I doooooo-hoooo [Nelly] I'm in that, seventy-four, Coupe DeVille With the, power seats, leather, wood on my wheel One-touch sunroof BUT leave it alone Hoes see it can't believe it - "It's goin back on it's own" Oooooooooooooooh, shit, that's how we do it baby "Every day like this?" Seven dayy-ayyys .. I tell you three-sixty-five Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride You actin like you never seen it befo' Like them country boys ain't got no dough Bitch please - GET OUT - but don't you slam that do' DUST YOUR SHOES OFF - befo' you touch that flo' Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - and I might letcha touch it You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you Russian? [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Nelly] Now I'm - clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh) In anythang from Timberland to Gaines Now listen - I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played And uhh - I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid That's why I - I got my fade everybody had braids And now they - switch to fades and I'm thinkin 'bout braids Just an example of hoochieless jackin If we were hoopin, I'd be yellin "They hackin" I see you momma, in my Dolce Gabbana Gucci and Prada baby I gotta lotta The lucciana ain't a problem for poppa That's all you want then baby girl I'ma holla Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - I don't like how you actin Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packin [Chorus] w/ minor variations (I think I just.. need to take this time and explain to 'em exactly.. what the pimp juice is) [Chorus] Uh, hear me out now Now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite sex It could be money, fame, or straight intellect It don't MATTER! Bitches got the pimp juice too Come to think about it - dirty, they got more than we do They got mo' - juice in they talk, got mo' juice in they walk They got mo' - juice in they veins, OOH GOD DAMN! I tell you man it's a cryin shame.. .. how people use, the juice in vein - you hear me mayne Pimp juice is color blind You find it work on all color creeds and kinds From ages 50 right down to 9 The Mayor of Nellyville and I won't resign, watch me recline Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - bitch I got all night Matter fact, stand on my left boo - I know you ain't right [Chorus] w/ minor variations [ad libs to end] more free lyrics |
13. _ The Gank
[Intro] Come on Wooooooooo Shit Lord have mercy [Verse 1: Nelly] I never felt this way before And she's all that I needed more Her hips always belongs to me It often makes me write on my dreams If I knew there was only nine She's still might be around because [Chorus] I (I) can't go on Oh No I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without her My life just won't (it won't) be the same I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without Woooooooooo Shit Lord have mercy [Verse 2: Nelly] I never thought that I would be So caught up I wouldnt see Just who would go to war for me And take out two or three so easily I give up everything to see if I found you (baby girl) Cause it don't mean shit without you cause [Chorus {*while talking in the background*}] I (I) can't go on Oh no I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without her (without) My life just won't (it won't) be the same I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without Woooooooooo Shit Lord have mercy [Verse 3: Nelly] I gave her everything she ever needed That why it shocked me when she said she was leavin I wanted to find out what was going cause I'm thinkin to myself miss something wrong Smokin one day it hit me kinda fast That I needed to check my stash [*talking in the background*] cause I [Chorus] I (I) can't go on Oh no I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without her (without her) My life just won't (it won't) be the same I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without cause I I (I) can't go on Oh no I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without her (without her) My life just won't (it won't) be the same I tell you what am I gonna do now (Hey) Without Woooooooooooooooo Lord have mercy more free lyrics |
14. _ Splurge
chorus: you see the magazines and me on ur t.v. screen and you think u know me but you really dont... u dont even know but i'm...i'm feelin good about myself so i...i splurge a little HEY! u see the money and the... the cars and diamonds and ya u think it make me but it really don't...it really really dont but i'm...im feeling good about myself so I...I splurge a little HEY! verse 1: i think the time has come 4 me 2 have some fun im bout 2 peel back the top and gon let in the sun what the fuck i done done my mommas only son i went from slangin and bangin ta yellin number 1 I luv my friend's 2 death until my last breathe thats why when i perform i give it til theres nothin left no competiton my opposition aint gonna feel the pain more complications relationships aint gonna be the same do they want the fame and all that it can bring if they attracted to Nelly then who like Cornell Haynes im poppin collars from California to DC im in the VIP Loui bottles and Henacy im putting mileage on 20 inches and 23's im flippin out my keys im flippin down the screens im bout to spread my wings tryna fulfill my dreams wit anything that i want if i dont i got the means... (chorus) verse 2: you think u know me but u really dont know if i could walk through the club like errthing b4sho n ill get 1 girl 2 little girls tryna get me to dance ill get 3 little girl 4 little girls pulling on my pants DAMN it feels good when errthing is OK and its a beautiful sight when errthing go your way and i could walk in the mountains and i still get violaid how about in a VOKAL valor and my suede valets im feeling good its the only right i deserve to spread the luv through all my peeps its only right kind of splurge and any nigga trippin now i leave em right by the curb and i dont go to sleep momma so goodnight and good word im on a mission and its sorta like a mystery and i aint stoppin til i go down in history now whoever said you knows u dealing with a big fo sho the N E double L, L Y-for the cash- now here we go... (chorus) verse 3: you read the magazines and heard i made a scene believe it or not i swear im jus a human being im doin human things cause only humans change they label me a role model cuz i appeal 2 teens it really aint that strange now that i think about it i came up in the game changed everything about it im feelin betta then ever with out that lotto shit that i wake up early hit cooler like lets go buy some shit you dressed the hottest fits driving the hottest whips we've got the phattest chicks with the wilest kits donating money 2 families calling me lying shit they screaming war im like fuck it go buy a battleship and bring it up that Mississippi if you really wanna come n get me tell em niggas and uh dont tip me cuz ill squeeze them shits til empty throw shots at niggas like frizbee who the who the juice how the hell u gon pimp me you niggas must be kiddin me make an innocent nigga plead guilty... (chorus)2x more free lyrics |
15. _ CG 2
ft. St. Lunatics [Nelly] I tell ya what Yo, know what I'm feelin'? Check it.. [Chorus ] Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' (Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time) A lil' mo' sho', listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop [Verse: Nelly] You can find me, same city, same state Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait More license plates than your DNV Takin' more total request than your MTV Errry, gaga, they call me Daga The rookie wanna signin' bonus for that pu nada But my, salary cap won't allow me to give a nada I guess she be a free agent until she find anotha' Call it fresh, for the D's on my ATVs And if I squeeze niggas fallin' like they last name Keys Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds First name GMC, last name Denali Why the change? you come know fuck wit me Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator [Verse: Ali] Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash for? me to spend Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got I fuck twins from the back end Back to the club and backed in Went to the back end gotta announce we back in The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco Bread sick I need your Pluto Black Banudo, in the candy black Turro BMW Sport, check the Ra Report What you thought it was a widle? yea, them seats swivel Cats be killin' me talkin' ballin' and can't dribble Bid 70 kibble, menage tua was civil Crystal y'all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar Hit the mall nigga, and shop 'till we fall And the bitches all be lovin' when we leave the bottle the car [Chorus: 2x] Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop [Verse: Kyjuan] I'm comin' down down, baby, duck when you see me When Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain't graffiti No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the needy Throwup a L, but I won't smoke a L at the city Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy Excursion, lime-green so I know that you'll see me Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out No doubt, like numba' 3 on Free City CD It not a game, I went from a GS to a LS And LS don't mean low self-esteem So clean, cats think I sip a jets su Vokal Nights mis-match , hard from Zat I smoke herb, but what's the harm in that? Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that? On the yacht called once, where my warnin' at? Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet Back in 1993 (was when a school boy decided to be an MC) See some said no, others said fa' sho (and now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo') [Verse: Murphy Lee] Zoop zoop, open ya mind up for this lineup No, we don't pitch but rich is how we wind up Situations, entrepreneurs get dollars and new toys (wait 'till they get a load of my I'mpala!) We back back, matter fact goin' down down You people need to calm down, Spreewells only goin' round Actin' like you neva' seen a car dance befo' They be askin' how does it feel like D' Angelo (how does it feel) Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb weed, palm trees, no kickin' it on the beach Have to work all day, dirty, 3 P.M. to 3 But at your local ATM you can find Murphy Lee [Chorus: 3x] Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop more free lyrics |
16. _ #1
Uh uh uh I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty That's all.... You better watch who you talking bout Runnin your mouth Like you know me You gonn fuck around and check Why they surely They call me "show me" Why one-on-one you can't hold me If your last name was Haynes Only way you wear me out Is stretch my name on your pen No resident of France But you swear I'm from Paris 106 Karats Told em "Naw that's pure rich" Trying to compurr (compare) this My chain to your chain I'm like sprint and Motorola No service, out of your range Your out of your brains Thinking I'ma shout out your name You gotta come up with better ways Than that To catch your fame Only pressure you applying Is time to ease off Before I hit you from the blind side Taking your sleeves off As much as we's lost Still hard to please boss Don't be lying And crying Sucking the bezel loss Cause your Ass is wack Your whole Lable is wack And matter fact Eh eh eh eh eh hear that [Chorus] I-Am-number one No matter if you like it Ready take this sit down and write it I-Am-number one Hey hey hey hey hey hey Now let me ask you man... What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner And 3 nobody remembers (hey) What does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey Do you like it when I shake it for ya? Daddy? Move it all around? Let you get a peep before it touches the ground? [Nelly] Hell yeah Ma I'm in a girl that's willing to learn Willing to get in the driver's seat Willing to turn And not concerned about that He say, she say, did he say, what I think he said? Squash that He probably got that off E-bay Or some Internet access Some website chat line Mad cause I got mine Ooh don't wind up on the flatline Oh if my uncle could see me know If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now Straight emulating my style Right to the "down down" Can he bout to score now Better wait till they calm down I got hella shorty's Coming askin me "Yo where the party?" Oh lordy till I continue to act naughty Mixing cris at the party Got me banging fo sho I'm not a man of many words But there's one thing I know Pimp- [Chorus] Hey yo I'm tired of people judging what's real Hip-Hop Half the time you be them niggas who's fuckin album flop (You know) Boat done sank and it aint left the dock (Cmon!) Mad cause I'm hot (He just) Mad cause he not You aint gotta gimme my props Just gimme the yachts Gimme my rocks Keep my fans coming in flocks Till you top the Superbowl Keep your mouth on lock Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha I'm cocky on the mic But I'm humble in real life Taking nothing for granted Blessing errthing on my life Trying to see a new light At the top of the roof Baby aint not single But I speak the truth I heat the booth Nelly acting so uncouth Top down shirt off in the coupe Spreadin the loot With my family and friends And my Closest to kin And I Do it again If it means I'ma win Dirty I am [(Chorus) - repeat until fade] more free lyrics |
17. _ Dem Boyz
ft. St. Lunatics [Hook] Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back I hear dem boyz come'n derty Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boyz come'n(repeat 4x's) [Verse 1: Nelly] Who am I you ask me you know it's bout that grammar From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna They hold'n up they banners, and run'n wit they cameras Can I get a flick you damn right miss (Can I take a hit) here boo like this Chronic sticky like gum, I guess that's how it comes Don't worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh) When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer this year I'm more blunter More up close and personal, it's just gon get worser now From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile Can't worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths I realize they can't help it, just stay where you bow'n down Some more you can't get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town [Hook] [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man Murp jersey on backwards wit ol' school Tim's and Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp Nelly chain so long got him walk'n wit a limp Ali is throw'n money in the front row And er' body scream'n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course We be them up, close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be rob'n them purses But I aint I'm the yung dude I be rhyme'n them verses Worked hard since '93 that's how I got signed to Universal Now the girlies take they thongs off And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off I be that pull up right beside you beat'n bad type of Tic I'm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am [Verse 3: Kyjuan] It's dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces read'n Sources My choice is ol' school's over dem Rolls Royce's Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard Ohh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4 Smokes 1 44, what dem o's go for (Like oh) 350 1 more, 350 stick'n the floor brand new bizare smashes, g 's and c's all in my glasses Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches I'magine, me without those two headbands Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants Feel'n dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie Cutlass candies sit down you know you can't stand me [Hook] [Verse 4: Ali] Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross That's that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes 5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh) That's what they say when I pull up on d's in that old Dr.J Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races Head'n back places but it still seem racist Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that 'll take the wall off Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag Fitted still switch'n two different shoes starchy wit tags [Hook] more free lyrics |
18. _ Air Force Ones
[Intro] Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy [Chorus] I said give me two pair (cause) I need two pair So I can get to stompin in my air force ones (Big boys) stompin in my air force ones [Nelly] I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em (Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out um (Big boy) the last person that touched um I been shot um, (big boy) [Kyjuan] Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi (Big boy) you couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie (Big boy) you now I keep it hip-hop My niggas flip flop (Big boy) yea my force ones and tip top (Me) now form a flip flop, (big boy) [Ali] I like the limit ed edition to kaki and only green (Big boy) patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strime (Big boy) size twelve with the strap Red and white with a cardinal cap (Big boy) all flavors well it just depend on when and (don't get me) where I am at (Big boy) [Murphy Lee] Don't get me wrong man And Murphy lee aint dumb man (Big boy) cuz if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some man (Big boy) you can not sit up and tell me that you have none man (Big boy) you may not have three or four but you got one man (big boy) [Chorus x2] [Murphy Lee] We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those (Big boy) ten in a half and if you got em give me two of those (Big boy) I can tell she never seen murphy lee befo (Big boy) cuz shes just standin ther as if I'm shootin free throws (Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes (Big boy) she said I love u Murph especially in the white in blue (Big boy) I said the white in blue sound nice make it twice (Big boy) and I signed an (yo) autograph (yo) "thanks for the advice" (big boy) [Ali] I keep it real dirty, dirty you know how I do (Big boy) purple in gold with the Lakers the broncos the orange in blue (Big boy) I like em floppy with ankle socks lows mids and high tops, (big boy) Which are clear so But this tims and fat laces with it is cold (Big boy) but when I win the gold (blhhha) in the house I'm a flow (Big boy) then its back to the on purpose with em and dots in the toe (Big boy) then I'm stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho (Big boy) on dem Nike air force and e behind de o (big boy) [Kyjuan] O.. k li, I treat my shoe like my ride (Big boy) chrome on the fat laces at what wood on the inside (Big boy) spray candy on the swoosh With the electric roof (Big boy) put the kid on the sole now I got a wad of shoe (Big boy) you see that low misk with the purple coop I'm drivin them (Big boy), (Kyjuan, were you getting dem colors, are you dyin them) (Big boy) ten is my size in dem No point in tiein dem (Big boy) aint no point in tryin these on You know I'm buyin dem (big boy) [Nelly] Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites (Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte (Big boy) the only problem they only good for one night (Big boy) cuz once you scuff um you fucked up your whole night (Big boy) whats my basis? The look up sto on his faces (Big boy) this kids outrageous hes byein them by the cases (Big boy) cuz once I cop um gut um and switch the laces (Big boy) they all purpose ya heard me kinda like my datin (big boy) [Chorus x2] [Kyjuan] I wore spurs at first now theres tape on dem (Big boy) damn, the nose come out, so I write the date on them (Big boy) these Louie for Taiwan you gotta wait on dem (Big boy) I had to get em early so I spent more cake on dem (big boy) [Murphy Lee] Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man (Big boy) while Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands (Big boy) jewelry and all (Wow) fish bowlin um all (Big Boy), (I got some fifteens) security buyin shoes and all (big boy) [Nelly] Now some time I get em free some time I gotta pay (Big boy) walk in the mall and they now what I'm bout to say (Big boy) gimme the black and platinum, and leather gray (Big boy) ones in the back and (yo) tha pair you got on display (check), (big boy) [Ali] Now were da boxes were I keep mine (keep mine) You should beep mine (Big boy), (beep mine) Maybe once or twice but never three times (Big boy) I'm just a sneaker pro I love pumas and shell toes (Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pearl (big boy) [Chorus x2] Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy more free lyrics |
19. _ Work It
Let's go oh Baby Show Something Don't say nothing (Don't you say a word) I just want to See you work it (Come on baby work it for me) That ain't frontin Show me something (Let me see it girl) I just try to See you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me) I heard her talking loud But she ain't saying nothing What up with all the frontin Come on and show me sumthing You know you wanna do it Go ahead yo man ain't coming Please do that thing When you dippin Keep yo hips poppin What's up with all these questions And What planning baby You talking to me Like you talking to an adolsence I like to Jump off Jump off Clothes Come off come off Her place Freaky beats And so on so on Let you waist pop when dem place not I rather watch To the top of snow clock Can't even tell the time But you know it's mine What time is ma It's 20 Karet Top of line Or you can hot drap Well let me Quince your thirst First thing First Let's do what we rehearsed Know dem numbers now It show be break break it Get up and take a stance And let me see ya Baby Show Something Don't say nothing (Don't you say a word) I just want to See you work it (Come on baby work it for me) That ain't frontin Show me something (Let me see it girl) I just try to See you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me) She still talking loud But she ain't saying nothing Why you ain't moving ma Dj ain't playing nothing You tell him to Play this heere Until these speakers blow Birthdays pick a place Baby we can go I like yo adllics She Showing no back She showing up attacks You wouldn't know It's like you ghetto ghetto She boojhetto jhetto She 5'5 Brown Eyes It's the lhetto lhetto (Baby) Well did you come alone Or you got 2 or 3 That ain't no thang Baby girl cause I got 2 with me And we gon All kick it And you about to see Just what a day would be If you were in The ride with me Turning on the headlights And we be Running all the red lights Those fool steal my head And ain't no stopping now Now come on heere and drop Cause he gon tell why Baby Show Something Don't say nothing (Don't you say a word) I just want to See you work it (Come on baby work it for me) That ain't frontin Show me something (Let me see it girl) I just try to See you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me) Now all my new west shorites Come on do that thang Dance with me Dance with me Yeah And all my guy south shorties Come on do that thang Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On And all my east coast shorties Come on do that thang Dance with Me Dance with me Yeah And all my west coast shorties Come on do that thang Come On Come On Come On Come On Come On She still talking loud But I heere her better now She keep a thong print on In any weather now No sight of a band But I can hear the horns playing Da Dat Da Dat Da Dum She got me hypmotize Just like that thicky guy Cause she been Trying to prove her point Since we been inside So we can get it on Just wait to we get home I'm on something Call her Planet Jay Momma Come on Baby Show Something Don't say nothing (Don't you say a word) I just want to See you work it (Come on baby work it for me) That ain't frontin Show me something (Let me see it girl) I just try to See you work it (I just wanna see you work it for me) more free lyrics |
20. _ Roc the Mic Remix
[Intro - Beanie] You know we hadda do a remix right? Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! All you Young Gunnerz! Hey Just, this the one right here baby! I told you dawg! Its B Sig in the place with State P and we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to B. Sig cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out [Verse 1 - Beanie (Freeway)] I bring the hood when I'm travelin Scrap backwoods unravelin Scrap smoke good when we travelin Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks) Who want beef with State P... Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close [Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)] Its Free, listen Blow trees with Mac Mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did! (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not a brave nigga? (Fuckin with some made niggas) Hit him with the AK nigga (Free no you didn't) Yes I did Overpayed shit? Wait a minute... When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib (Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's Freeway in the place with my squad and we got what it takes to DUMP the K FLIP your ride! [Chrous 1 - Beanie] Its B Sig in the place with State P and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to Young Free cause 50 shots still will turn the club out [Chorus 2 - Freeway] Its Freeway in the place with State P and we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to B Sig cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E [Chorus 3 - Nelly] Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say around herre cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break [Chorus 4 - Murphey Lee] Its Murph dun in the place with Nelly and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say to my face cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place [Verse 3 - Murphey Lee] Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em Twenty-one when I'm clubbin it Fake ID for the fuck of it I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy? Two toy carrier, two stashes One truck that seats six asses Swing through to refuse the masses Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes I used to drive my mama stuff Now the school boy puttin twenties on the Bomb Pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips with chumps up in my trunk and I take em real far to a safe place to dump [Verse 4 - Nelly] Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now? See how I procede with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna Around six in the six with the throwback Sixers, number six Julius Irv' Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve Throw your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curb You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got repsect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K - "Know" one here even said your name R - You really feelin guilty bout somethin mayn S - Sad to see you really just want just One - more hit please please! You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension No we ain't system call this mic invention Snitchin? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen Nelly cookin with too many dimensions Mid west, and we aim about mid chest Duked on my side, too many in my tribe Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride? [Chorus 3] [Chorus 2] [Outro - Freeway (to fade)] All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! Yeah! Its the, its the Roc nigga Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! And another one... more free lyrics |
21. _ Roc the Mic (Remix)
[Intro - Beanie]
You know we hadda do a remix right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
All you Young Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one right here baby!
I told you dawg!
Its B Sig in the place with State P
and we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out
[Verse 1 - Beanie (Freeway)]
I bring the hood when I'm travelin
Scrap backwoods unravelin
Scrap smoke good when we travelin
Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close
Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks)
Who want beef with State P...
Enemies try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that close
[Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)]
Its Free, listen
Blow trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in your crib)
Not a brave nigga?
(Fuckin with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK nigga
(Free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute...
When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your pies
(Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my squad
and we got what it takes to DUMP the K
FLIP your ride!
[Chrous 1 - Beanie]
Its B Sig in the place with State P
and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch what you say to Young Free
cause 50 shots still will turn the club out
[Chorus 2 - Freeway]
Its Freeway in the place with State P
and we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch what you say to B Sig
cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E
[Chorus 3 - Nelly]
Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
You better watch what you say around herre
cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break
[Chorus 4 - Murphey Lee]
Its Murph dun in the place with Nelly
and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!
You better watch what you say to my face
cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
[Verse 3 - Murphey Lee]
Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm clubbin it
Fake ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two stashes
One truck that seats six asses
Swing through to refuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk
and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my trunk
and I take em real far to a safe place to dump
[Verse 4 - Nelly]
Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses
Randy Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K - "Know" one here even said your name
R - You really feelin guilty bout somethin mayn
S - Sad to see you really just want just
One - more hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic invention
Snitchin? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly cookin with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride?
[Chorus 3]
[Chorus 2]
[Outro - Freeway (to fade)]
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self!
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self!
Yeah! Its the, its the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
And another one...
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