Текст песни Funkmaster Flex - Here We ComeNelly
Funkmaster Flex - Here We ComeNelly слова песни
* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" as "Come Over"Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?Nah youknahI`msayin I`m on my way fo` sho`Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me alreadyAnd you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minuteBut what`s goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain`t frontinCause it`s too late at night for that y`know?Nah no doubt though aight?(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh[Nelly]You know I, spend hot shit when need beOnly nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)If need be I`m leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi That ain`t nuttin - how bout her twin sister MindyI spit game like that, I get brains like thatButter-soft leather seats, it came like thatIf sex was football, I`d be a runningbackI can only get low and I never fumbleMake ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zoneSo if it`s on it`s on, shit I`m takin you homeI got my own doghouse, own thrown, own boneShe like my bizza, my bad, lil` dawgYou Lunatics - and that`s what I be sayin bout y`allHell, not an M.D. but I`m always on callAnd I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall So[Chorus](here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we beVokal`d down from the sky to the groundSippin Alize, steady puffin on a poundHollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it upMami don`t frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)Full countdown, from the sky to the groundSippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it upMami don`t frown, go down, heat it up[Nelly]I`m like a New Edition; y`all not Ronnie Bobby and MikeNot even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonightIs this the end? Damn right I, turn out like IkeUntil Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnightSaid OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down lowPeepin that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a proSwore up and down you never did this before..Whatever just go slowHated by all types, baby fathers and dykesThe type they ready to fight cause I`m the one they women likeHe think he tight, he think he got more game then spike leeRunning through his veins like an IV, highspeedTightest nigga for five G`s of Al D.Better catch me now while my price is lowDemandin five digits when the Lunatics blowAnother zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what?[Chorus][Nelly]You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekendsCause the weekdays too busy creepinFreakin, wit yo` rat, now picture thatWhen she with you she not speakin, but she weakenLettin me know, that she really been thinkinabout a nigga (oooh) even when I`m not wit herI`m frosty all year while you only in the winterMy pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinnerI ain`t baptized so you callin me a sinnerOverpaid, 29, callin me a young tenorNelly stop don`t leave, don`t stop when I`m in herSherReady for whatever and I ain`t even bought her dinnerI, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)Beggin your coach let you play for a minuteThe last seconds of the game you still waitin to enterI aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on[Chorus][repeated until the end]Here we come y`all, here we come