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| Nelly - E.I. Uh.. uh uh uh uh, Uh.. wait a minute now, Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh.. Can you hear me out there? Lunatics.. is y'all ready? Let me hear ya, Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm a sucka for corn rows and manicured toes, (hey) Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's, (alright) Passadity __ city, with 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) x2 Andele Andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's poppin tonight? Andele Andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there er' night, 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 Gord-on, In the black SS with the naviga-tion, See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on, I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an, Another one pag-in, 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! Repeat Chorus 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 - whatchu mean? Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me, Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me? Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' 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 mo' wrapped up than Bugsy, You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies, If you compare me to your local grocery, Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D", More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me, "Sure" like "Al B.", meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY! Repeat Chorus St. Louis y'all, uh, uh, Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, can you feel that? Lunatics y'all, uh, uh, Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y'all, uh, uh, Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yell it universal y'all, uh, uh, Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, chillin' chillin' chillin' with the crew y'all, Repeat Chorus |
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