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by Nelly
Lyrics by: Nelly, Jay E
# Debut Chart
10 Sep '00 R&B
15 Oct '00 Hot 100


Uh uh uh uh uh Uh wait a minute now ..uh ohhhhhhhh Uh uh Can u hear me out there Lunatics, is y'all ready Let me hear ya Uh ohhhhhhhhh I'ma sucka for corn rolls and manicure toes Philly capri pants and parachute clothes Passadity city with one or two throws I'm droppin' outta high school Straight into the pros, who knows I know That I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flow, there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I bust a ryhme, baby give me some more You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back yea that's my very next line I use it time after time, when I'm speakin' my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin' game to a pigeon and dime I ask you who dat is, talkin' that shit about the tics Somebody probably jealous cuz they bitch got hit But nobody else droppin' shit like dis, should we apologize Fuck 'em just leave 'em bitch hey

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Chorus Ungele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh wuts happenin' now Ungele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh If they head right nelly there all night Chorus We can go to tha break of dawn ...nigga Money long...nigga Go fast up tha skirt to talk to tha bone...nigga Some say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown.....nigga If you ain't 'bout money then best be gone...nigga I'm fast double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go ahead and ask me I drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordon in a black SS wit a navagation See tha black blazion, somethin smells amazin' I gotta chick rollin' up half black and asian Another one pigeon tellin' me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used tha v-12 powers, weight loss powers I'm fat for the Iceberg Slim and one shower Get a room in drunk towers just to hit the P hours Get the bitch up out the room cuz she used the word ours Chorus They got a smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that sticky Watch my hands under a gurls ??, feelin'' icky Let go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin' when the shows out What'cha mean, 20 inches when they roll out Come and get me, big faces when they fold out Is ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuut I keep it close when I the go ouuuuuut Then I slide up in an esclade me and E gettin' solid like the ice capades From heat, frosty, ??? rapper than bugsy You understand me, wrap this like mummys If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see I got more carrots than al dee More bread than algae, you can bag and scan me Sure like I'll be, you can meet tha tics in Maui Chorus


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