(feat. Lil' Wayne)
[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]
On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!)
You know it and these cats hate it
I got nothing outdated
If it is it's self rated
S-cla** 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 tha beach in L.A. with dime b**hes ridin my back
[Lil' Wayne]
I represent them street n***as
When they get hot, carry the heat n***as
Them sweet n***as off they feet n***as
You livin on the edge Fleet n***a
That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep n***a
Ain't nothing sweet n***a, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side pocket
While yours co*k a n***a mind poppin
Walk through you house wit my iron now when
[Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)]
This is for my n***aaa**ss
Who be keepin it tight
Only lovin dime b**hes that f** on the first night
This is for my b**hessss
Wit the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face
[Nelly]
I ain't bullsh**tin I trick em and run up in they kitchen
And she ain't a nonadeada my n***as then I'm splitin
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump +Nore+ number six, "b**h give me some head"
And for you n***as 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 focused I'm born in the Lou'
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
I ain't no busta n***a
Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon n***a
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 karats 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 n***a why not me
Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week
Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet
bu*ter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
This is for my n***aaaaaaaa**sssssss
[talking through megaphone]
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 ee-yah
Uh, uh wodie