Song | Greed Hate Envy - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Nelly |
Album | Country Grammar |
Right up in here, is the sweet spot | |
Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure | |
Is that what it is? The cake will do | |
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do | |
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em | |
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you | |
Check it out | |
I - opened up shop at 13 | |
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's | |
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam | |
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen | |
Expanded my game off into amphetamines | |
Looked around and had a small wall green | |
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends | |
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam | |
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching | |
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes | |
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams | |
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green | |
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks | |
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt | |
When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop | |
Find another block restock and take it from the top now | |
(Chorus) x2 | |
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you | |
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels | |
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me | |
Shouts out to my nigga NORE | |
I'll never take another man's glory | |
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe | |
Now you know me, I be low key | |
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me | |
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me | |
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me | |
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes | |
Now call me a lie | |
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain | |
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson | |
I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends | |
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin | |
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool | |
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool | |
(Chorus) | |
One time out in the Range Rover | |
(WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over | |
What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo? | |
Speed limit 30 just doin 34 | |
'Yeah son, where the gun?' It's at home wit tha dope | |
'Oh you a smart ass ha?' Nah that's my lil joke | |
'How bout I tow yo truck in?' Ain't no need to be provoked | |
besides everything up in here done been smoked | |
I ain't got nuttin but tapes and CDs | |
Pocket full of G's and two tickets across seas | |
So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees | |
Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID | |
You could tell he was pissed | |
cuz the black man in the black range | |
doin black things wit his black change | |
Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane | |
And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names | |
(Chorus) |
Right up in here, is the sweet spot | |
Stay right up in here, and don' t bend unda pre' sure | |
Is that what it is? The cake will do | |
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do | |
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em | |
Fuck the game, don' t let the game fuck you | |
Check it out | |
I opened up shop at 13 | |
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and OZ' s | |
From handheld, digital to triplebeam | |
Now my pager' s an email flip screen | |
Expanded my game off into amphetamines | |
Looked around and had a small wall green | |
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends | |
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam | |
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching | |
Just another hustle to add to my schemes | |
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams | |
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green | |
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks | |
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin Tshirt | |
When the spot get hot don' t stop, move shop | |
Find another block restock and take it from the top now | |
Chorus x2 | |
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
Fuck tha game don' t let the game fuck you | |
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels | |
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
So you think you' re the shit nigga YA smell me | |
Shouts out to my nigga NORE | |
I' ll never take another man' s glory | |
Shit don' t mix like Shaq and Kobe | |
Now you know me, I be low key | |
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me | |
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me | |
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me | |
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes | |
Now call me a lie | |
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain | |
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson | |
I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends | |
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin | |
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool | |
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool | |
Chorus | |
One time out in the Range Rover | |
WOOP WOOP, WOOP! Aww shit they pulled me over | |
What tha hell y' all fuckin wit me fo? | |
Speed limit 30 just doin 34 | |
' Yeah son, where the gun?' It' s at home wit tha dope | |
' Oh you a smart ass ha?' Nah that' s my lil joke | |
' How bout I tow yo truck in?' Ain' t no need to be provoked | |
besides everything up in here done been smoked | |
I ain' t got nuttin but tapes and CDs | |
Pocket full of G' s and two tickets across seas | |
So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees | |
Ain' t no more questions then hand me my ID | |
You could tell he was pissed | |
cuz the black man in the black range | |
doin black things wit his black change | |
Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane | |
And if I wasn' t in his face he probably be callin me names | |
Chorus |