歌名 | e.i. |
歌手 | Nelly |
专辑 | Country Grammar |
歌词 | 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! [Nelly] 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: repeat 2X 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 [Nelly] 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 [Nelly] 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 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! Chorus [Nelly] 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 (to fade + ad libs) |