Nelly Lyrics
Nelly Lyrics
"Tho Dem Wrappas Lyrics"
Susie Cincinnati Lyrics
Susie Cincinnati Got a groovy little motor car She lives for the night And her husband's a security guard Her looks aren't exactly a plus A-but it doesn't matter to us Because she knows where it's at And she gets you there in seconds flat She knows all the honkies And the kids are all home in bed (Ooo ride Susie Cincinnati ride) She'd rather do this Than anything else instead
Susie Cincinnati Got a groovy little motor car She lives for the night And her husband's a security guard Her looks aren't exactly a plus A-but it doesn't matter to us Because she knows where it's at And she gets you there in seconds flat She knows all the honkies And the kids are all home in bed (Ooo ride Susie Cincinnati ride) She'd rather do this Than anything else instead
[Nelly]
Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want None
??? like Batter up and leavin heads swolle up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz Qouta
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the Pipe
And give me head all night
And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight
until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the Beast
Nigga, where the Feds, Play ???
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine
Thats how I flo, ??? when i get mine, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
[Chourus x2]
Let's make a Mi
Look Sharp Lyrics
Big shot, tell you what Tell me what goes on around here Go on and get me in the corner Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer Tell me that this world is no place for the weak Then you can look me in the eye And tell me if you see a trace of fear You gotta look sharp You gotta look sharp And you gotta have no illusions Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
llionBig shot, tell you what Tell me what goes on around here Go on and get me in the corner Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer Tell me that this world is no place for the weak Then you can look me in the eye And tell me if you see a trace of fear You gotta look sharp You gotta look sharp And you gotta have no illusions Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
[Nelly]
My nigga, I can make a million
blind-folded, with no shows
using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
And folk O's
Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone
'Fore they even bring it home
Matta Fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
Playstation just in case a nigga think he can
It Hurts Me Too Lyrics
(by elmore james) You said you was hurting, almost lost your mind, And the man you love, he hurts you all the time. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. You love him more when you should love him less. I pick up behind him and take his mess. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. He love another woman and I love you, But you love him and stick t
in(by elmore james) You said you was hurting, almost lost your mind, And the man you love, he hurts you all the time. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. You love him more when you should love him less. I pick up behind him and take his mess. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. He love another woman and I love you, But you love him and stick t
[Chourus x2]
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
[Nelly]
I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I gettin stares from down bitches, thats eatin alone
West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's
on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label
No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like Cable
They all screamin my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla
In The Morning Before Work Lyrics
I eat with these crooked teeth Tomato soup and grilled cheese But you already know that because you used to dine with me Do you remember? I listen to my same old cd's New order & Morissey But you already know that because you used to ride with me I thought i'd be singing a different tune by now But this song about you keeps coming out I sleep in these dirty sheets A blanket betw
with out changing my faceI eat with these crooked teeth Tomato soup and grilled cheese But you already know that because you used to dine with me Do you remember? I listen to my same old cd's New order & Morissey But you already know that because you used to ride with me I thought i'd be singing a different tune by now But this song about you keeps coming out I sleep in these dirty sheets A blanket betw
They threw ??? plan B says..
- Who says ???
Then whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case
[Chourus x2]
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
[Nelly]
All my Midwest niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my Dirty South niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my West Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my East Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )