D.O.E. (US) - River Don't Runnn lyrics

[Introduction: Stephen Marley] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right down Right down, light on, right down [Hook: Nelly] They say, walk down the river 'Cause the river don't run Same thing makes you laugh, makes you cry That's why what goes around comes around, my son They say, walk down the river 'Cause the river don't run Same thing makes you laugh, makes you cry, come on Plus I got the rocks, them yellow diamonds and that bling [Verse 1: Nelly] Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah And, I've got two twin Cutla**'s interior gatored I call them Now and Later's 'cause they're candy flavoured You see, I drive one now and drive the other one later sh**, it's the new Fresh Prince and all I'm missing is Jada I've got a hard drive, all I'm missing is data Please give my number to your sister, I've been missing a dater I hate to hate a hater, in fact I hate to hate Hating is hating, you should never hate, congratulate Look here, my attitude is sensed that you may never know my mind I know just what I'm thinking if I don't want you inside Yeah, inside my mental, I know you meant well I'm Out Of Time and out of Training Days like Denzel Never the gangster type, more like a hustler, man I f** them ones up out them Playboy books and Hustler, man Honeys and Black Tails, the King magazines The Maxim or the Eye Candy, Jet Beauty Queens [Hook: Nelly] [Verse 2: Nelly] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a spit it 'til I really can't spit it no more Nothing's changed, cell phone's still three-one-four No, the Derrty ain't moved to near East, West coast I'm a Midwest swinger 'cause they love me the most Some like me humble, others like me to boast Please, my whole life is alphabets and numbers I take a G4, land to that H2 Hummer Leave at seven-forty-five in LA for the summer I've got the worldwide sale to check the e-mail Plus, four-oh-one K plan in A-T-L Got eight females, I see them all from eight to twelve The only player who can ball without his A.C.L Who may not be original but still a don-dada I'm gon' take this beat and flip it, I'm gon' make it hotter You go ahead and take your plane and I'm gon' take the chopper I'm tired of n******gs' fronting like they're top gun shotters' (hey) [Hook: Nelly] [Bridge: Stephen Marley] Not come running over, Jah-Jah shine his light Blessed is the day, sacred is the night Wrong wishers beware now that I am here Hey, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lord Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Lord [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] Shoot, they thought a Derrty wouldn't make it this far Now I'm supporting my family, they liking who I are Schoolboy's a hard worker, they consider him a star I guess that's why they look at us as if we're from Mars Singin-a-ling, I deal with bars like weight trainers Hustling's got me bigger like weight gainers Always remain a Saint Louis entertainer My women love me later, how could a hater blame her Shoot, I'm just that dude that kicks bars for a living Get rich and trick, collect cars for a living Houses on hills, with great lakes in the back Bowling alleys in basements, beds bigger than Shaq's Damn, look at the leather in that old school 'Llac They be doo-doo green, I wonder who would do that The original rude dude, considered too cool Probably know me from touching your booty at school [Hook: Nelly]