Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
      Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
      Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
      Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

      Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
      Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
      Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
      Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

      (Nelly)
      You can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
      Smoking dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff
      Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
      Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
      And it's all because, accumulated enough stretch
      Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome
      And it's candy painted, fans fainted
      While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it
      How me and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit)
      So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
      I'm from the Loop and I'm proud
      Run a mile for the cause
      I'm righteous above the law
      Playa my style's raw
      I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
      Forget the fame, and the glamour
      Give me D's wit a rubber hammer
      My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
      Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx
      Lunatics til the day I die
      I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics

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      (Nelly)
      Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas
      Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
      Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
      How nigga, ask me again it's going down nigga
      Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
      Pound nigga, what you be givin when I'm around nigga
      Frown niggas, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga
      Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
      Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now
      Play by, my rules boo and you gon' stay high
      May I, answer yo third question like hey I
      Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma
      From St. Louis to Memphis
      From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town
      K.C. Motown to Alabama
      L-A, New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana
      All my niggas wit Country Grammar
      Smokin blunts in Savannah
      Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer

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      (Nelly)
      Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
      So you niggas quit acting silly, mon
      My +Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon
      Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly mon
      'Specially off Remi, mon, keys to my Beemer, mon
      Holla at Beenie Man, see me, mon
      Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon
      Through U-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice niggas
      Sheist niggas, who snatch yo life nigga, trife niggas
      Who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, ice nigga
      All over close to never sober
      From broke to havin dough, 'cause my price Range is Rover
      Now I'm knockin like Jehovah
      Let me in now, let me in now
      Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in, we spin now
      I got money to lend my friends now, we in now
      Candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now (Whoo!)
      Fuckin lesbian twins now
      Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now

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