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E. I.


by Nelly. Buy album CD: Country Grammer


ace!
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'm a sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright)
Passedeena ?? city, with one or two throws
I'm draftin '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 bust a ryhme, 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

undualate unduate mama, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's poppin' tonight
undualate undualate mama, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there every night

[Nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to tug at 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 flashy OH! 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 blunt 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 3 hours
Get 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 44 ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and Ky gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty, Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see I got more carrots 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 fade out



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Album: Country Grammer (2000) Lyrics
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  1. (hot Shit) Country Grammar
  2. Batter up
  3. Country Grammer
  4. E. I.
  5. For my
  6. Greed, Hate & Envy
  7. Interlude
  8. Intro
  9. Lovin me
  10. Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
  11. Outro
  12. Ride wit me
  13. St. louie
  14. Steal The Show
  15. Take A Ride With Me
  16. Thicky thick girl
  17. Tho dem wrappas
  18. Utha side

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