| 作曲 : Dwayne Carter & Jason Epperson & Cornell Haynes & Lil Wayne & Nelly | |
| Vocal：Nelly/Lil' Wayne | |
| *talking through megaphone* | |
| Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did ya | |
| All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L. | |
| Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne | |
| Nelly- | |
| On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!) | |
| You know it and these cats hate it | |
| I got nothing outdated | |
| If it is it's self rated | |
| S-class wit everything voice-activated | |
| Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it | |
| Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it | |
| Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac | |
| On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back | |
| Lil' Wayne- | |
| I represent them street niggas | |
| When they get hot, carry the heat niggas | |
| Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas | |
| You livin on the edge Fleet nigga | |
| That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga | |
| Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes | |
| Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes | |
| I carry 4's in my side pocket | |
| While yours cock a nigga mind poppin | |
| Walk through you house wit my iron now when | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Nelly- | |
| This is for my niggaaassss | |
| Who be keepin it tight | |
| Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night | |
| This is for my bitchessss | |
| Wit the style and grace | |
| Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face | |
| Nelly- | |
| I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen | |
| And she ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm splitin | |
| Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled | |
| Pump +Nore+ number six, 'bitch give me some head' | |
| And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist | |
| Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips | |
| And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot | |
| Bout ta tell ya the truth | |
| I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou' | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Lil' Wayne- | |
| I ain't no busta nigga | |
| Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga | |
| Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here | |
| You don't make out alive very often up in here | |
| I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna | |
| I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna | |
| I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna | |
| Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers | |
| Weezy-wez partna | |
| Nelly- | |
| Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle | |
| Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle | |
| Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know | |
| If you was the Jackie Frost why didn't you say so | |
| Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me | |
| Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week | |
| Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet | |
| Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks | |
| (Chorus) | |
| This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss | |
| *talking through megaphone* | |
| Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha | |
| We know ya didn't see that one comin | |
| Uh, uh ee-yah | |
| Uh, uh wodie |
| zuo qu : Dwayne Carter Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Lil Wayne Nelly | |
| Vocal: Nelly Lil' Wayne | |
| talking through megaphone | |
| Yo, uh, you didn' t see this one comin did ya | |
| All the way from the N. O. to S. T. L. | |
| NellyNel and Lil' Wayne | |
| Nelly | |
| On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 right! | |
| You know it and these cats hate it | |
| I got nothing outdated | |
| If it is it' s self rated | |
| Sclass wit everything voiceactivated | |
| Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it | |
| Paid wit big faces if it' s broke then replace it | |
| Now it' s like that Purple Haze and Cognac | |
| On tha beach in L. A. with dime bitches ridin my back | |
| Lil' Wayne | |
| I represent them street niggas | |
| When they get hot, carry the heat niggas | |
| Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas | |
| You livin on the edge Fleet nigga | |
| That' s why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga | |
| Ain' t nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes | |
| Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes | |
| I carry 4' s in my side pocket | |
| While yours cock a nigga mind poppin | |
| Walk through you house wit my iron now when | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Nelly | |
| This is for my niggaaassss | |
| Who be keepin it tight | |
| Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night | |
| This is for my bitchessss | |
| Wit the style and grace | |
| Who ain' t hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face | |
| Nelly | |
| I ain' t bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen | |
| And she ain' t a nonadeada my niggas then I' m splitin | |
| Get a codered hop in the Jag and fled | |
| Pump Nore number six, ' bitch give me some head' | |
| And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist | |
| Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips | |
| And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot | |
| Bout ta tell ya the truth | |
| I' m more focused I' m born in the Lou' | |
| Chorus | |
| Lil' Wayne | |
| I ain' t no busta nigga | |
| Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga | |
| Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here | |
| You don' t make out alive very often up in here | |
| I' ma speak on behalf of the C. M. B. partna | |
| I' m a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna | |
| I skeet off a bag of the dillyD partna | |
| Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers | |
| Weezywez partna | |
| Nelly | |
| Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle | |
| Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle | |
| Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn' t know | |
| If you was the Jackie Frost why didn' t you say so | |
| Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me | |
| Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week | |
| Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet | |
| Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks | |
| Chorus | |
| This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss | |
| talking through megaphone | |
| Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha | |
| We know ya didn' t see that one comin | |
| Uh, uh eeyah | |
| Uh, uh wodie |
| zuò qǔ : Dwayne Carter Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Lil Wayne Nelly | |
| Vocal: Nelly Lil' Wayne | |
| talking through megaphone | |
| Yo, uh, you didn' t see this one comin did ya | |
| All the way from the N. O. to S. T. L. | |
| NellyNel and Lil' Wayne | |
| Nelly | |
| On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 right! | |
| You know it and these cats hate it | |
| I got nothing outdated | |
| If it is it' s self rated | |
| Sclass wit everything voiceactivated | |
| Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it | |
| Paid wit big faces if it' s broke then replace it | |
| Now it' s like that Purple Haze and Cognac | |
| On tha beach in L. A. with dime bitches ridin my back | |
| Lil' Wayne | |
| I represent them street niggas | |
| When they get hot, carry the heat niggas | |
| Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas | |
| You livin on the edge Fleet nigga | |
| That' s why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga | |
| Ain' t nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes | |
| Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes | |
| I carry 4' s in my side pocket | |
| While yours cock a nigga mind poppin | |
| Walk through you house wit my iron now when | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Nelly | |
| This is for my niggaaassss | |
| Who be keepin it tight | |
| Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night | |
| This is for my bitchessss | |
| Wit the style and grace | |
| Who ain' t hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face | |
| Nelly | |
| I ain' t bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen | |
| And she ain' t a nonadeada my niggas then I' m splitin | |
| Get a codered hop in the Jag and fled | |
| Pump Nore number six, ' bitch give me some head' | |
| And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist | |
| Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips | |
| And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot | |
| Bout ta tell ya the truth | |
| I' m more focused I' m born in the Lou' | |
| Chorus | |
| Lil' Wayne | |
| I ain' t no busta nigga | |
| Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga | |
| Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here | |
| You don' t make out alive very often up in here | |
| I' ma speak on behalf of the C. M. B. partna | |
| I' m a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna | |
| I skeet off a bag of the dillyD partna | |
| Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers | |
| Weezywez partna | |
| Nelly | |
| Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle | |
| Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle | |
| Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn' t know | |
| If you was the Jackie Frost why didn' t you say so | |
| Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me | |
| Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week | |
| Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet | |
| Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks | |
| Chorus | |
| This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss | |
| talking through megaphone | |
| Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha | |
| We know ya didn' t see that one comin | |
| Uh, uh eeyah | |
| Uh, uh wodie |
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