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For my by Nelly  

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For my Uh uh uh uh uh
Uh wait a minute now ..uh ohhhhhhhh
Uh uh
Can u hear me out there
Lunatics, is y'all ready
Let me hear ya
Uh ohhhhhhhhh

I'ma sucka for cornrows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasucos. (alright)
Passadity city with one or two throws
I'm droppin outta high school
Straight into the pro's, who knows I know
That I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flow, there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I bust a ryhme, baby give me some more
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I'll be right back yea thats 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 and dime
I ask you who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics
Somebody probably jealous cuz they bitch got hit
But nobody else droppin shit like dis, should we apologize
Fuck 'em just leave 'em pissed hey

Chorus: repeat 2X

Andele andele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh
whats poppin tonight
andele andele moma E.I. E.I. uh ohhhhhhhhhh
If the head right nelly there every night

We can go to tha break of dawn ...nigga
Money long...nigga
Go fast up tha skirt to talk to tha thong...nigga
Some say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown.....nigga
If you aint bout money then best be gone...nigga
I'm flashy (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don't be scared boo, go ahead and ask me
I drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordon
in a black SS wit a navagation
See tha black blazion, somethin smells amazin
I gotta chick rollin up half black and asian
Another one pagin telling me to come over
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used tha v-12 powers, weight loss powers
From Phat Farm to Iceberg Slim in one shower
Get a room in trump towers just to hit for 3 hours
Get the bitch up out the room cuz she used the word ours
(hey)

Chorus

They got a smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that sticky
Watch my hands under a gold spout, feelin icky
Let go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't picky
Start frontin when the shows out
Whatcha mean, 20 inches when they roll out
Come and get me, big faces when they fold out
Is ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuut
I keep it close when I the go ouuuuuut
Then I slide up in an esclade
me and E gettin solid like the ice capades
From heat, frosty, roger the rabbit than bugsy
you understand me, wrapped crisp like mummys

If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see i got more carrots than aisle d
More bread than aisle e, you can bag and scan me
Sure like Al B, you can meet tha 'tics in Maui (hey)

Chorus



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