[(Chorus - Nelly) 2x]If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you canGet your %#@! man, make no difference from where you came, uhI ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no gamesI got a new name for ^!$$%s with change, jang a lang[Trina]Make way for the new breed (*##$ of this millenniumStack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? 'Cause I'm offendin 'emRocks nothin but Cavada %#@!, I'm the baddestThe ice from head to toe, with that plaid %#@!Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your veinOff the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamedOne name like the highest breed, papi capéche?One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin me?Be a mistress to none, but all good to someLet me break you off a little, show you how it's doneEyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your fundsAnd some fish are coppin flights for me to RenoI see no other way for me to tell you how I feelYou wanna stick and move now you're $#&@in with the real dealHold still, let this lady let looseKeep them chips comin ^!$$% or your neck'll catch a nuece[Chorus][Murphy Lee]Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jerseyOld school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy"Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the sleeve offOn my way to drop a few G's offEase off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a rightI'm doin thirty now, riskin my lifeBoth clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-wayRollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at moviesYoung Dude be floatin the city like cab driversProfessional but still keep it real like Allen IversonI'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and RegisBeen on more MTV shows than Butthead and BeavisKeep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and Slo Down, huhWe almost had to buy up the townIt's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzziGirls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me[Chorus][Keyjuan]Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits fireYou know what them girls look at dirty, my big tiresMy attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'emDress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'emLet him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em?While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time"No more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch lineI'm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch linesCrossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and ClaudI know ^!$$%s that make they money then pay they broadsI'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my lawsWhen I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause(Ay, where yo' Range at?)It's outside you wanna clean it?(Ay, where yo' name at?)It's in The Source, you ain't seen it?(Ay, where yo' change at?)You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin?Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it[Chrorus]