Nelly - E.i. lyrics

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Nelly - E.i. lyrics

Uh.. uh uh uh uh Uh.. wait a minute now Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh.. Can you hear me out there? Lunatics.. is y'all ready? Let me hear ya Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [nelly] I'ma s**a for corn rows and manicured toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and parasuco's (alright) Pa**adity ?? city, with one or two throws I'm droppin 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? i know! And i love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime i +busta rhyme+, baby "gimme some mo'" You say you like that, when i hit it from behind And i'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line I use it - time after time, when i'm speakin my mind It's no matter if i'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime I ask her, "who dat is, talkin that sh** about the 'tics?" Somebody probably jealous cause they b**h got hit But ain't nobody else droppin sh** like this Should we apologize? nah f** 'em, just leave 'em pissed, hey! Chorus: repeat 2x Andele andele mami, e.i. e.i. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! what's happenin now? Andele andele mami, e.i. e.i. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! if the head right, nelly there ery'night [nelly] We can gamble to the break of dawn, n***a Money long, n***a Pa** up the skirt to talk to the thong, n***a Some say i'm wrong, but f** it i'm grown, n***a If you ain't bout money then best be gone, n***a I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me I drive fastly, call me jeff gord-on In the black ss with the naviga-tion See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used the v-12, powers; weight loss, powers From +phat farm+ to +iceberg slim+ in one shower Get a room in trump towers just to hit the p hours Kicked the b**h up out the room cause she used the word ours, hey! Chorus [nelly] Aiyyo i smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky Let go off in a ho's mouth, i ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?! Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me? Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut Then i slide up in the escalade Me and e gettin solid like the ice capades And me and heezy - frosty, project mo' wrapped up than bugsy You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see i got more carrots/karats than "aisle d" More bread than "aisle g", then bag and scan me +sure+ like +al b.+, meet the 'tics in maui, hey! Chorus [nelly] St. louis y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, can you feel that? Lunatics y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, uncle phil up above y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yell it universal y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y'all Chorus (to fade + ad libs)