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| Batter Up (Hook) I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill It took a whole lot of cheerin Just to get up that hill But now we're up in the big league My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin as Lunatics playa It ain't nothin wrong with that, batter up I'm the first to swing I'ma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love Hit the club, ??? love, holla what I put my mack down, she through a curve ball She ??? ??? smoke that herb Got some Nelly ?? She tip-top 'em, Optimo First base, god livin like a worse race First chase, throw yo people and yo kind Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo mind It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme Hittin strong, skipped third base and headed home Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bomb What the fuck wrong, with this world today With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap this in my seed Now you stays on yo knees 'cause we's be in the big league 'Cause we's be in the big leauge (Hook) (Nelly) Well you should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now See me now, people call me speedy now Known for runnin the quickest miles, gettin runnin anytime, hear me ??? Rules 'for I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it Ain't no shame in my game, I know my shit ain't my thing If I ??? with my dick then put your mouth on my brains I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here A sucka infare, hear the roars and the cheers >From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down (Hook) I want my name not, not said to scream I went from fantasies to dreams, from dreams to bigger things I'm like Bennet I been in it since, '93 You can tell 'cause my L ain't no 90 degrees I'm a sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mil I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow I promise, I gets deeper than fire cabinets when rappin Money, money, money, money what's happenin I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me And the 'tic is who I came with You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do (Hook) Ride Wit Me Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at) chorus: If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv's Oh why do I look this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e Oh why do I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) In the club on the late night, feel ya right Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude But as long as you a thicky,thicky, thick then girl you know its on (you know its on) I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was beepin and I dig the last video Somewhere that we could go How could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you movin way over there Chorus Face a body front that, don't know how to act Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies the limit And them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now Damn shit to change now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel a thang now (come on) I can't complain (no more) Shit I'm the man, now In and out my own town (I'm gettin) Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B Tellin me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn Right I be on the next flight Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White Chorus (x2) (check, check) Yo, I know somethin you don't know And I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight down at the floor 'fore said that I was a failure Is now the same motherfuckers that's be needin dough And I'm yellin I can't help ya "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real? Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy And I fly high Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by Hey yo, its all good Range Rover all would Do me like you should Fuck me good, suck me good We be them stuck niggas Wishin you was niggas Poppin like we drug dealers Simply cause she bug mackin Honey in the club, me in the benz I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the chris Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist See me talk, Nelly listen Nelly talk, see me listen Wanna fuck fly bitches When I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist Niggas starin on the glist Honeys lookin on they wish Come on boo, gimme kiss Chorus (x2) Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Chorus 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'ma 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 happenin now? Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery'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! (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' ouuuuuuut I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut 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 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! (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 (Chorus till fade...) Country Grammar Chorus: Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now (Nelly) You can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smoking nem dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff Sippin bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed Gats and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, I accumulated enough stress Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome And it's candy painted, fans fainted While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it How me and mugs hang wit hay hung wit nem thugs (Hot Sh!t) So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha I'm from the Lou and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw I'm going to "Mack" like Todd Shaw Forget the fame, and the glamour Give me D's wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic F-ck bionic it's ironic, slammin nigg@s like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics Chorus 2X (Nelly) You say pretty boys can't be wild nigg@s Loud nigg@s, O.K. Corral nigg@s Foul nigg@s, run up in the bustin the crowd nigg@ How nigg@, ask me again it's going down nigg@ Now nigg@, come to the circus and watch me clown nigg@ Frown nigg@s, what you be givin when I'm around nigg@ Frown nigg@, talkin sh!t when I leave the town nigg@ Say now, can you hoes come out to play now Ready to cut you up any day now Play by, my rules boo and you going to stay high May I, answer yo third question like hey I Say hi, to my nigg@s left in the slamma From St. Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town KC Motown to Alabama, L-A New York Yankee nigg@s to hot Atlanta, Loisianna All my nigg@s wit Country Grammar Smokin blunts in Savanna Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer Chorus 2X (Nelly) Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons So you niggas quit acting silly mon, kid quit feelin billy mon Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly mon Specily of Remi mon, keys to my Beemer mon Holla and beep me mon, see me mon Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon Through U-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice nigg@s Shice nigg@s who snatch yo life nigg@, trife nigg@s Super ducers sale the same twice nigg@, ice nigg@ All over close to never sober from broke To havin dough cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin like Jehovah Let me in now, let me in now Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in, we spin now I got money to lend my friends now, we in now Candy benz wit wooden tens now Woo f-ckin lesbian twins now, sin now Through the pen I make my ends now Chorus 2X |
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