Nelly

Jang A Lang

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If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you canGet your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uhI ain`t ballin out here, no, I ain`t playin no gamesI got a new name for niggas with change, jang a lang (x2) (chorus)Make way for the new breed bitch of this millenniumStack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? `Cause I`m offendin `emRocks nothin but Cavada shit, I`m the baddestThe ice from head to toe, with that plaid shitMo` potent than I cut cocaine, through your veinOff the hook, take a look, I`m the chick, I can`t be tamedOne name like the highest breed, papi capЁ¦che?One drove home from Italy, is y`all feelin me?Be a mistress to none, but all good to someLet me break you off a little, show you how it`s doneEyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your fundsAnd some fish are coppin flights for me to RenoI see no other way for me to tell you how I feelYou wanna stick and move now you`re fuckin with the real dealHold still, let this lady let looseKeep them chips comin nigga or your neck`ll catch a nuece[Chorus]Now y`all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jerseyOld school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy"Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the sleeve offOn my way to drop a few G`s offEase off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a rightI`m doin thirty now, riskin my lifeBoth clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-wayRollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at moviesYoung Dude be floatin the city like cab driversProfessional but still keep it real like Allen IversonI`m liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and RegisBeen on more MTV shows than Butthead and BeavisKeep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and Slo Down, huhWe almost had to buy up the townIt`s like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzziGirls do what I say so I just tell `em to do me[Chorus]Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits fireYou know what them girls look at dirty, my big tiresMy attire forty-two large denim, I sag in `emDress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in `emLet him talk his jazz, what`s the tag gon` get `em?While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time"No more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch lineI`m hungry like a hobo standin in lunch linesCrossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and ClaudI know niggas that make they money then pay they broadsI`m from the Lou, kinda new, I`m a make my lawsWhen I pull up on the show lot, it be, it`s like pause(Ay, where yo` Range at?)It`s outside you wanna clean it?(Ay, where yo` name at?)It`s in The Source, you ain`t seen it?(Ay, where yo` change at?)You can`t tell dirty, I`m sparklin?Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it[Chorus]

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