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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I got nuttin' outdated,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 b****es 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:)

I'm doing this one for my niggas

Who be keepin' it tight

Only lovin' dime b****es that

F*** on the first night

This is for my b****es

Wit the style and grace

Who ain't hear nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face



Repeat chorus



(Nelly:)

I ain't bullsh*ttin' 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,

"B**** give me some head"

And for you niggas out there

Who be jacking the wrist

Got a new group for ya,

Nina Ross and the Clips

And from the hip I shoot,

If you wanna get loot

'Bout ta tell ya the truth

I'm more focussed I'm born in the Lou'



Repeat chorus twice



(Lil' Wayne:)

I ain't no busta nigga

Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga

Flame up and toast let it get sparkin' up in here

You don't make out alive very often up in here

I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna

I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna

I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna

Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit' three choppers

Weezy-wez partna



(Nelly:)

Four carats in my earring,

Five around my knuckle

Six wrap the wrist,

Check the belt buckle

Leave them wit' it look like

Nelly I didn't know

If you was the Jackie Frost

Why didn't you say so?

Somebody gotta shine

My nigga why not me

Even my dentist told me

Floss 7 days a week

Freeza brought out the piece

Gucci and hat sweet

Butter soft leather seats

For trash talkin' freaks



Repeat chorus twice



(Nelly:)

I'm doing this one for my niggas



Uh, uh, ha bet ya no

Were ready for that one

Hu, ha, ha

We know ya didn't see that one comin'

Uh, uh E.I.

Uh, uh wodie
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