man, let me break it down real simple for y'all Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious you have various leases All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches Chics, cherry and
break it down real simple for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous You have various leases All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches Chics, Cherry and
Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty [Chorus 1 - Nelly] I - am - number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I - am - number one
about You eating the cunt and she sucking your dick and you fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch up out I ain't a model, and I don't play the fucking
the ghetto) The ghetto The ghetto (Funk funky ghetto) Even though they put us down and call us animals We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
m the lady with a 380 special right next to you Glock poppin' out the stock And it's two guns, two hun', get down I tear this whole shit down They ain
to live for beer and speed now want their fries and coke Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed, in fact let's keep noise levels down Must separate
up Coulda, woulda, outta one track mind They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter And now I'm writing a book and the hood's the author Called
holdin' me up, Shady done put it out Trick Trick and Eminem, Detroit back in the house Where's my gangstas and all my thugs Throw them hands up and
And like Starchild and Grady I grab the funk by the neck and let it take me To the Aqua boogie, with a giggle and squirm And if you ain't funky you
for rest stops No corner breaks, put on your gloves and just box No dance school to teach you to wop and bus stop Better get up in the booth, hop up and
one mo' kill one mo' murder, one mo' homicide Challenge my authority, and I'ma show you how to ride [Hook] [Z-Ro] Mo City motherfucker, run and
Mad Child] About to drill ya with a killer combo King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for Rifle in your mouth
that) Keep our palace, nigga Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo Word to the gold panamaras and
is empty Plus, the wack shit in the game might tempt me Quickly drop non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the lap and desktop A mixture from up
a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head is being took and operated Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz and
up a chance this great? If there was two forces, and I split them down the middle I could swing back and forth for three days, rephrase If I had two horses and
standin' here for? Thought I told ya not to come around no more Man I wasn't doin' nuttin' why ya fuckin' with me? Shut up punk don't question authority Up