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__//Nelly - Country Grammer 2\_______ ___ __ _
| From: Nellyville
| Rank: 20 Score: 1.69 with 75 votes.
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| 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 DNV
| Takin' more total request than your MTV
| Errry, gaga, they call me Daga
| 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 niggas fallin' like they last name Keys
| Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds
| First name GMC, last name Denali
| Why the change? you come know fuck 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, the love violator
|
| [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 fuck 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 killin' me talkin' ballin' and can't dribble
| Bid 70 kibble, ménage tua was civil
| Crystal y'all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar
| Hit the mall nigga, and shop 'till we fall
| And the bitches all be lovin' when we leave the bottle the car
|
| [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 a jets su Vokal
| Nights mis-match , hard from Zat
| I smoke herb, but what's the harm in that?
| Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that?
| On the yacht called once, where my warnin' at?
| Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet
| 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')
|
| [Verse: Murphy Lee]
| 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
|  
|_//Submitted by: josh\
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