Текст песни Nelly f City Spud - Country Grammar
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* send corrections to THIS typist onlyWhere they at (8X)[Chorus]If you wanna go and take a ride wit meWe three-wheelin in the fo` with the gold D`sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)If you wanna go and get high wit meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-yOh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)[Verse 1]In the club on the late night, feelin rightLookin tryin to spot somethin real niceLookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home)She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rudeBut as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it`s on (Know that it`s on)I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last videoSo when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?Her measurements were 36-25-34I like the way you brush your hairAnd I like those stylish clothes you wearI like the way the light hit the ice and glareAnd I can see you boo from way over there[Chorus][Verse 2]Face and body front and back, don`t know how to actWithout no vouchers on her boots she`s bringin nuttin backYou should feel the impact, shop on plasticwhen the sky`s the limit and them haters can`t get past thatWatch me as I gas that, fo` dot six RangeWatch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanesIt feel strange nowMakin a livin off my brain, instead of `caine nowI got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name nowDamn shit done changed nowRunnin credit checks with no shame nowI feel the fame now (come on), I can`t complain now (no more)Shit I`m the mayne now, in and out my own townI`m gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.Tellin me about a party up in NYCAnd can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flightPayin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White[Chorus 2X][Verse 3]Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don`t knowAnd I got somethin to tell yaYou won`t believe how many people, straight doubted the flowMost said that I was a failureBut now the same motherfuckers askin me fo` doughAnd I`m yellin, "I can`t help ya""But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"Hell no (what`s witchu?!) you for real?![City Spud]Hey yo, now that I`m a fly guy, and I fly highNiggaz wanna know why, why I fly byBut yo it`s all good, Range Rover all woodDo me like you should - fuck me good, suck me goodWe be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggazPoppin like we drug dealers, sippin Cris-sy, bubb` mackinHoney in the club, me in the BenzIcy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friendsSo if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to thisAnd if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to thisAnd if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist`Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wristCity talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listenWhen I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attentionSee the ice and the glist`; niggaz starin or they dissHonies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss[Chorus 2X]Hey, must be the money! (4X)[Chorus]