Nelly

{*talking through megaphone*}
Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did ya
All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.
Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne
[Nelly]
Now on the scale of one to ten, I been rated, a 12 (right!)
You know this and these cats hate it
I got nuttin outdated, if it is it's up-graded
S-class wit everything voice-activated
Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it
Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it
Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac
On the beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back
[Lil' Wayne]
I represent them street niggas
When they get hot, carry the heat niggas
Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas
You livin on the edge Fleet nigga
That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga
Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin
Walk through you house wit my iron now when
Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)
I'm doing this one for my niggaaasss
Who be keepin it tight
Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night
This is for my bitchessss
Wit the style and grace
Who ain't hear nuttin talkin but the Benjamin face
[Nelly]
I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in their kitty
And she ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm splitin
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump +Nore+ number six, bitch give me some head