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E. I. Lyrics

E. I. by Nello Daniele  

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E. I. Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is yall ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[nelly]
Ima sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and parasucos (alright)
Passadity ? ? city, with one or two throws
Im 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 Im speakin my mind
Its no matter if Im 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 aint 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 erynight

[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 Im wrong, but fuck it Im grown, nigga
If you aint bout money then best be gone, nigga
Im 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 hos mouth, I aint 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 yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, uncle phil up above yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew yall

Chorus (to fade + ad libs)



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