Nelly - Cg 2 lyrics

(feat. St. Lunatics) [Nelly] I tell ya what Yo, know what I'm feelin'? Check it.. [Chorus ] Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' (Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time) A lil' mo' sho', listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop [Verse: Nelly] You can find me, same city, same state Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait More license plates than your DMV Takin' more total request than your MTV Errry, gaga, they call me Dada The rookie wanna signin' bonus for that pu nada But my, salary cap won't allow me to give a nada I guess she be a free agent until she find anotha' Call it fresh, for the D's on my ATVs And if I squeeze n***as fallin' like they last name Keys Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds First name GMC, last name Denali Why the change? Yukon not f** wit me Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, a little violated [Verse: Ali] Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash for? me to spend Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got I f** twins from the back end Back to the club and backed in Went to the back end gotta announce we back in The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco Bread sick I need your Pluto Black Banudo, in the candy black Turro BMW Sport, check the Ra Report What you thought it was a widle? yea, them seats swivel Cats be k**in' me talkin' ballin' and can't dribble Bid 70 kibble, menage tua was civil Crystal y'all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar Hit the mall n***a, and shop 'till we fall And the b**hes y'll be lovin', we don't even bother to call [Chorus: 2x] Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop [Verse: Kyjuan] I'm comin' down down, baby, duck when you see me When Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain't graffiti No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the needy Throwup a L, but I won't smoke a L at the city Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy Excursion, lime-green so I know that you'll see me Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out No doubt, like numba' 3 on Free City CD It not a game, I went from a GS to a LS And LS don't mean low self-esteem So clean, cats think I sip ajax Nights mis-match , hard from Zat I smoke herb, but what's the harm in that? Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that? Only got caught once, where my warnin' at? Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet [Verse: Murphy Lee] Back in 1993 (was when a school boy decided to be an MC) See some said no, others said fa' sho (and now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo') Zoop zoop, open ya mind up for this lineup No, we don't pitch but rich is how we wind up Situations, entrepreneurs get dollars and new toys (wait 'till they get a load of my Impala!) We back back, matter fact goin' down down You people need to calm down, Spreewells only goin' round Actin' like you neva' seen a car dance befo' They be askin' how does it feel like D' Angelo (how does it feel) Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb weed, palm trees, no kickin' it on the beach Have to work all day, dirty, 3 P.M. to 3 But at your local ATM you can find Murphy Lee [Chorus: 3x] Mmmm.. I'm comin' back down baby This time in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop