Im on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo
Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though
Starched up, hit the Amaco
Bought a Philly, sparked up
Lunaticsll blow the park up
Ooh this herb, got me geekin like a nerd
F what you heard, federal roll like a bird
You were, actin funny when you first saw me
Now, Im makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"
Hell nah trick, Im picky now
Im spiffy now, smoke sticky now
Hit the door at the club Yella, Grip and Luv
Met me with a dub, was it fire playa, what
Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke
Aint been in five minutes, rats sendin me notes
Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down
I dont know, but its one thing I know for sure
Some a yall been tryin to write rhymes for years
And we got dibs, irritatin my ears
Is this the best that you can make?
But if not, then you got more, Ill wait
But dont make me wait too long cause Im a move on the dance floor
Where they put somethin smooth on
Turn up the bass, its better when its loud
Cause I like to rule the crowd
Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-tre
Im lookin sporty, you fools know me
No way, am I goin out like a buster
Once Im in last long like a wrestler
Givin out degrees for that P.H.
Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this biiaatch
?? real soon, uh
Like soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the room
Get your own pop, piece to doom (?)
Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon baloon
Position is assumed, Im the Tic, the Tune
Leavin em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoon
Cats waste ink, they dont take time to think
Actin hard like they shit dont stink
Knowin they stench like the rink
True color be pink, rinky dink
Big Lee need a spliff cause Im startin to think, that...
See I rockin in my spare time, unwind and grind fools like coffee
Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin salty
Then Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farm
I heard you was on my tail now you yellin "Nelly, you lost em"
Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J.
Fool, there aint no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play
Run and ask your lady
Smokin hay-hay-haaay
I bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a yall
Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya
Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbage
Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah
Tryna compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up
?? Duff know Im a liar, makin you fools transpire
To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah
Lunatic for hirrrrrrre, haha, Im startin to think that...
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