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(feat. Nelly, Roscoe, Cardan, Lil' Jon, Lil' Wayne) [Nelly] |
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Uh, Yeah Ohh- |
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Ohh What we have herre? |
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Uh, Yeah Ooohh |
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Uh, Yeah Ooohh [Hook 1: Nelly] |
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This goes out to my |
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Midwest crew |
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Now hold ya |
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M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me |
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**** em all day, **** em all night |
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Candy paint on d's and fo's [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 ' |
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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 |
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I'm Murphy |
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Lee the killer mayn |
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Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam |
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Praise the |
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Lord or say peace to |
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God I'm just a |
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Skool Boy, call me |
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Mr. Do-What- |
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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 |
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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.. [Hook 2: Nelly] |
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This goes out to my |
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West Coast crew |
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Now hold ya |
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Dub up in the airr if ya feel me |
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**** em all day, **** em all night |
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Hit the switch on yo six fo's [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 |
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Cadillac Young |
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Roscoe, the black |
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Burt Bacharach serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats |
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And I dip wit you nigga, |
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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 |
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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 |
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O wit the bubble nose |
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Stop, drop the top |
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I holla at a couple hoes |
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Fo sho they wanna roll wit the |
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Philly fanatic |
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Runnin' the radio in |
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Cali cuz I stay in the traffic [Hook 3: Nelly] |
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This goes out to my |
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East Coast crew |
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Now hold ya |
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E's up in the airr if ya feel me |
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**** em all day, **** em all night |
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Rock ya hoodies and |
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Timbo's [Verse 3: Cardan] |
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Yo, Yo, step in the party like.. |
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Sippin' on |
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Bacardi like.. |
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I hooked up wit the ' |
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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' |
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I cant complainin' |
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It's crazy |
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I can't explain it, it's the |
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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 |
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Timbo's on |
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We might be floppin' homey, we all critic |
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Welcome to |
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Harlem World |
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A.K. New York |
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City 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 |
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Murphy Y'all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay) [Hook 4: Nelly] |
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This goes out to my |
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Dirty South crew |
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Now hold ya |
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S up in the airr if ya feel me |
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**** em all day, **** em all night |
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If ya tempted to throw them bows [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 |
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Dirty 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 **** - [repeat 2X] [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne] |
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Lil' Weezy, ****in' |
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Baby, 5'4" fo' 4-5 make a nigga go.. (Ooooh) I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great Stay low when get cake, oh.. Yeah, me no play we can take it outside Never met a nigga take myself pride It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5 I represent that Money I aint scared to throw my click up Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants Give you this respect I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath [Bridge: Lil' Jon] Get yo hands up bitch Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X] We gon drink a fifth of hen And we gon rock it to this bitch - [repeat 2X] We represent that Dirty We aint expectin' no shit - [repeat 2X] We wild out in the club Same click we don't give a **** - [repeat 2X] |
