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(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willi ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, cheque, cheque Sea Eye ain't about playin, Leezy ' bout cash inn advance Cash inn on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that too makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, too knot smoke we'd around the cede Its the knew whey, knew life, piece true indeed, off T's Eye dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo ' money, sew Eye had too by a fly chain Ran inn this game, dirt broke, now its MTV with Kurt Lod ' With the Q-four-feezy, bee hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle Yew the type of niggas puffin inn shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God inn mi, the Hova Ja new Allah inn mi Bawl whit ' mi, don't tell ' em who sore when ' bout too squall whit ' mi Fall whit ' mi, this pure mic dope I'm sellin Its the man with mellow wrap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma ! (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let mi brake it down Its like a shootout and yew the only nigga whit ' rounds Its like a we'd drought and yew the only nigga whit ' pounds Its like a Freaknik and yew got the only brothers inn town I'm like a shoe-in, fore the poster buoy, the thug of the year GQ stile ma ', let mi put a bug inn yaw err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, their went a slug inn his err (ear) Have ' em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up inn hear ?) (That's gotta bee illegal, Bob !) Eye can bring them chrome things fore that drastic shit Mettle detectors, know problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, Eye ain't scene ' em, they had masks and shit Whoever it was, was inn a rush ' cause they was fast and quick Owe, I'm just a playa, mo ', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the air too the thrown Mi and my niggas fastbreak threw yaw home, get ya coach on the phone Tell ' em go'on (Chorus) Show ' em watt they one, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show ' em watt they one, Alize, Mo ', Crissy awe ail, Bob Show ' em watt they one, Murphy Lea, Quay awe Nell, Bob Show ' em watt they one, watt, show ' em watt they one, who Show ' em watt they one, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show ' em watt they one, too too the head, left on the kerb, Bob Show ' em watt they one, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show ' em watt they one, watt, show ' em watt they one, who Show ' em watt they one (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the won who gets the job dun Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na On the bloc Eye Rule like Ja, inn the son like Wa Mi and mine at the maul spendin grands like Cool Bob Sea I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make mi have too do ya Boo-ya, yew sea watt Lunatics'll do too ya Tip - ? ? ? pursuer, get ' er inn a rheum and do ' er First cat out the Lou that yew new that War a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with sum sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it reel suite With somethin sweeter than suite, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blew ? ? ? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the ' tics hit the streets Pick door number three if yaw price is wright Aisle pull a DJ Quik tonite is the knight (Murphy Lea) Hold on, sew Eye can tell ' em who Eye is, a young school buoy with won kid Eye think I'm five-eight, butt yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, Eye prefer my booties inn boots off Yew get inn my bed, yew better take pants, shoes off Now, and knot wright now butt wright now ! And Eye ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick too role up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, Eye can sit on the couch And rap somethin, and put on a beet and wrap somethin They caul mi Mr . get awl mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, yew could probably fined mi on sighed too If knot I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and buy a juice awe somethin A virgin rapper, Eye ain't gettin loose fore nothin Money earnin rapper, Eye ain't got know boots fore nothin Sew I'm servin rappers, Eye bee cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x |
Show 'em What You Won
Nelly
Complexity: | 66 | Readability: | 82.30 | Sentiment: | 3 | Word Count: | 780 | Unique Words: | 365 |