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[Hook] Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back I hear dem boyz come´n dirty Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boyz come´n(repeat 4x´s) [Verse 1: Nelly] Who am I you ask me you know it´s bout that grammar From any state it don´t matter, from here to Montana From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna They hold´n up they banners, and run´n wit they cameras Can I get a flick you damn right miss (Can I take a hit) here boo like this Chronic sticky like gum, I guess that´s how it comes Don´t worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh) When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer this year I´m more blunter More up close and personal, it´s just gon get worser now From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile Can´t worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths I realize they can´t help it, just stay where you bow´n down Some more you can´t get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town [Hook] [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man Murp jersey on backwards wit ol´ school Tim´s and Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp Nelly chain so long got him walk´n wit a limp Ali is throw´n money in the front row And er´ body scream´n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course We be them up, close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be rob´n them purses But I aint I´m the yung dude I be rhyme´n them verses Worked hard since ´93 that´s how I got signed to Universal Now the girlies take they thongs off And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off I be that pull up right beside you beat´n bad type of Tic I´m a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic Lunatic, that´s what I am that´s what I said I am I´m try´n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am [Verse 3: Kyjuan] It´s dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces read´n Sources My choice is ol´ school´s over dem Rolls Royce´s Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard Ohh wee oh Lord, she don´t want no more Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4 Smokes 1 44, what dem o´s go for (Like oh) 350 1 more, 350 stick´n the floor brand new bizare smashes, g ´s and c´s all in my glasses Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches Imagine, me without those two headbands Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants Feel´n dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie Cutlass candies sit down you know you can´t stand me [Hook] [Verse 4: Ali] Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross That´s that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes 5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh) That´s what they say when I pull up on d´s in that old Dr.J Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races Head´n back places but it still seem racist Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that ´ll take the wall off Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag Fitted still switch´n two different shoes starchy wit tags [Hook]

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