Verse 1:
I'm a sucka for corn rows and manicured toes
Hey
Fendi capri pants and Parasucos
Alright
High siddidy an' city, wit one or two throws
I'm droppin 'em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows?
I know
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo'
And there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I Busta Rhyme, baby "Gimme Some Mo'"
You say you like that
When I hit it from behind
And I'll be right back
Yeah that's my very next line
I use it time after time, when I'm speakin' my mind
It's no matter if I'm shootin' game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'Tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this
Should we apologize?
Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed
Hey
Chorus:
Andele, andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-oh
What's happenin now?
Andele, andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-oh
If the head right, Nelly there e'ry night
(repeat)
Verse 2:
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
Some say I'm wrong
But fuck it, I'm grown, nigga
If you ain't 'bout money then best be gone, nigga
I'm fast, uh
Double takes when you walk past me
Nasty
Don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gordon
In the black SS with the navigation
See the joint blaz-on, somethin' smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asian
Another one pagin', tellin' me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12
Powers
Weight loss
Powers
From Phat Farm to Iceberg Slim in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours
Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word "ours"
Hey
Chorus
Verse3:
Aiyyo, I smash-mouth a whole ounce of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout when feelin' icky
Let go off in a ho's mouth I ain't picky
Start frontin' when the shows out
What you mean?
Twenty inches when they roll out
Come and get me
Big faces when they fold out
Is you wit me?
Don't make me pull that 44 out
I keep it closer when the dough out
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin' solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy
Frosty, project of Rabbit an' Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see I got more karats than Aisle D
More bread than Aisle G
Then bag and scan me
Sure like Al B.
Meet the 'Tics in Maui
Hey
Chorus (til fade)