#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy [*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga
a little swagger in my limp for it I done had, sex in the city plus sex in the country You know, sex in the zoo, directly behind the monkeys Hold up!
hear dem boys come'n derty Like ohh better get 'em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boys come'n They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know
Stacks so fat rubberbands can't hold Stacks so fat rubberbands can't hold Stacks so fat rubberbands can't hold it no They can't hold it no they can't hold
man, yo Yea, what can I help you with? Eh, come on man you gotta say You got me on this one look What do you need, what do you need? You got the new Nelly
up a degree Your secrets still kept Never let 'em see you sweat What? I've seen on the bricks of the little front At colorses, check the ash tray that hold
lyin bitchin and cryin - suck it up as a loss Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that I am number
' from me Shook when you see Nelly rollin' in the GS3 Hangin' out the sunroof like bing bing bing Back the bar up pop the trunk now Then ya hold ya breath
loose No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose Hold on to the pole
off Now and not right now but right now And I ain't backin' down, she can get up and bounce The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south
different hoes in Cadillac four door Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold I'll bust ya in your stomach, leave you back on the floor You see T.I. and Nelly
be lyin', bitchin' and cryin', suck it up as a loss 'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack And matter fact, eh, eh, eh, eh, a-hold that
Five different hoes in Cadillac four door Niggas think they gonna attack, I got a mac on hold I'll bust ya in your stomach leave you back on the floor You see T.I. and Nelly
[Chorus: Nelly] Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle do your thug thizzle we'll make it Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle
up On any porch I hang, smokin' all sources dank from Jimmy Shwagger to Cambud and I'm chasin' Jim Beam We keep stallin' until my time's up Line up
Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to
in together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold,
gal dem a wine up de gal dem a line up and nuff a bad mine (Chorus) (verse 3) unnu fi listen ca me have a situation nuff a mic shark love hold up