(feat. 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I got nothing outdated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 (*##$es ridin my back

[Lil' Wayne]

I represent them street ^!$$%s
When they get hot, carry the heat ^!$$%s
Them sweet ^!$$%s off they feet ^!$$%s

You livin on the edge Fleet ^!$$%
That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep ^!$$%
Ain't nothing sweet ^!$$%, recognize the bloody clothes

Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side pocket
While yours @@#! a ^!$$% mind poppin

Walk through you house wit my iron now when

[Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)]


This is for my ^!$$%aassss
Who be keepin it tight

Only lovin dime (*##$es that $#&@ on the first night

This is for my (*##$essss

Wit the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face


[Nelly]
I ain't bull%#@!tin I trick em and run up in they kitchen
And she ain't a nonadeada my ^!$$%s then I'm splitin

Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump +Nore+ number six, "(*##$ give me some head"
And for you ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%

Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon ^!$$%
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 ^!$$% 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]


[Nelly]
This is for my ^!$$%aaaaaaasssssssss

[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