killin? it baby so call it a crime Yea you watch it, I'm stealin? my time I told you before that big girls don't cry Just walked through the door What's it gonna be? Take it
Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..) Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up [Nelly] I'm like
it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted with the red and black rim, blood gave niggas 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the CPT Did it for
? Where my party, pa' party party pa' party people at? [Nelly] It's Nelly motherfucker comin straight up out the Lou' and All you New Edition-ass rappers better cool it
be leanin Got em feeling N when I give it to u throw it right back (right back) Tell me Diddy 'Yeah I like it like that' (like that) Lift your shirt
matter what you do, you'll never find another one [Nelly] Hey yo this chronic got me to', I try to shake it and break it Thinkin it won't go, I went
give me a license to fly things Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like [Chorus: repeat 2X] Skurrrrt, oh! (Gon' break it down) Oh Nelly
other half of the same block Gunplay on Monday Sundays a fun day Will it stop one day? I cant call it no way When your gettin started everybody wanna
the whole world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it Or get it blown from
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
only in the winter My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor Nelly
it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (wit it) I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it Get it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow,
got' 'em feenin' Then when I did it to you throw it right back (right back) And tell me "Yeah Diddy I like it like that" (like that) Lift your shirt,
am gettin it in until the end I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD! [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Carter called, lemme get the car key, you don't want it with the
music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration It wouldn't be about limitation and demonstration Imitation within a blatant looks just disentigratin' It ain't about the music, it
leanin Got em feeling N when I give it to you throw it right back (right back) Tell me Diddy 'Yeah I like it like that' (like that) Lift your shirt
When I fire my pistol like it's a missile. (BLAOW!) Start to hear sirens whistle I've lost my mind, it's official! Grab my manager's pencil and stick it
gray Nissan sittin on the curb I know, you was thankin it'd be gettin on my nerves But maaan, goddamn, this feeling is superb! It's giving me the urge