Grand Hang Out

Nelly


Complexity: 68 Readability: 70.00   Sentiment: 12   Word Count: 711   Unique Words: 346
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
[Chorus: Nelly]
I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars
Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em
Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar liar li
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[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]
[ Chorus : Nelly ]
Eye sea yew niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars
Frontin like yew by and by and by and by ' em
Claimin that yew makin sew much paper butt Eye no
That Eye no that yew a lyre lyre lyre lyre
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dig deep into yaw pockets, let a grand hang out
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
If yew ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out

[ Nelly ]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon !
Hay yo, Eye pull up sew aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang
Ice drippin whet like Eye just hopped up out the reign
My picture perfect pose like Eye hopped up out a frame
Ain't a coach on the planet that can take mi out the game
My hart beats forever like my name was Eddie King
A Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse James
The CEO of Derrty and he go buy Cornell Haynes
Mean-muggin awl yew niggaz like Eye hopped up out yaw dame
I'm like uh-oh, their he go-oh
A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge inn that Mo-Mo
Slippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-po
He blazin that fire behind the { ? } they don't know-oh
Whoo ! I'm really thinkin of changin my name too Krispy Kreme
I'm do-nuts nigga, let mi tell yew watt Eye mien
I'm paper chasin, chasin the paper, yew chasin dreams
My money gettin stronger like its takin Creatine

[ Chorus ]

[ Nelly ] Uhh, uhh, uhh

[ Young Tru ]
My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the + Fu-gees +
Wee them locksmith boys, wee keep a phew ki's
Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores
Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors
Some'n like McDonald's when Eye move inn pax
Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
House longer than Eye - 70, arise ten stories
And Eye still + Rob + niggaz just like Horry
Everybody hate on Young Tru buoy
Cause they no that the nigga on fire fire fire fire
Wrap phenomenon - soon as the album drop
artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan
Derrty this, Derrty that, guess I'm a Derrty cat
Sellin niggaz sum chickens, rob ' em get the birdies back
Plumber of the game, that flood the state
Inn a stretch Phantom, with moor Windows than Bill Gates { * echoes * }

[ Chorus ]

[ Nelly ] Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack !

[ Fat Joe ]
Yeah .. they lease and wee by ' em, wee piece and they crime
They dyin cause wee street, keep heat, and keep firin
Y'all no, top of the world's my motto (uhh)
Anna Kournikovia, bay bee girl's my model (uhh)
Awl Eye wanted inn life is too bee a soldier
Now yew can fined mi with chicks just doin yoga
Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals
Yew herd Big, go cheque the Brown, they mite higher yew
Hi definition too any form of telecast
Mi and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash
Awl Eye knead is a minute too " Shatter Yaw Dreams "
And wee about too cell moor than Avril Lavigne (biatch !)
And awl Eye do is rep the hood ware the jugs bee
Can't help it if the folks at MTV love mi
Y'all sea the T . S . wee shinin, come too the B-X wee grindin
Y'all wanna bee us keep tryin, wee buyin, he's lyin

[ Chorus ]

[ Nelly ] Uhh .. uhh, ladies !

[ Remy Marten ]
Wee like, fuck, that ; Eye knead a stack
And like, forty-nine too go with that
I'm quick too, tell a ho her floe is wack
The type too, cop the jersey, throw it back
Sea Eye can stunt and tell a chick " Yo let yaw man hang out "
Since he frontin like its nothin, let a grand hang out
Fuck a handout, Eye bean gettin { ? } since whey back
Can't weight too sea they faces when Eye drop the Maybach
Yew lyin, yew claim yew buyin butt yew rentin and leasin
If yew pimpin and niggaz spendin, where's the paper yew seein ?
Stop stallin, I'm ballin, caul mi Sheryl Swoops
Can't stand the backseat driver, that's why Eye cop the Coupe
Yeah, Eye bean testin lore with the darkest tints
Sew explicit valet had too tip too park the shit (errt !)
I'm like a - bloc aweigh and the whip bee startin (uhh)
Owe God, its Remy Marten !

[ Chorus - repeat too fade ]