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[Intro]
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

[Verse 1: Nelly]
Now on the scale of one to ten, I been rated, a 12 (right!)
You know this and these cats hate it
I got nothin' outdated, if it is it's upgraded
S-Class with everything voice-activated
Chrome rim three-bladed, factory custom made it
Paid with big faces, if it's broke then replace it
Now it's like that, purple haze and cognac
On the beach in L.A. with dime b*tches ridin' my back

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
I represent them street n*ggas
When they get hot, carry the heat n*ggas
Them sweet n*ggas off they feet n*ggas
You livin' on the edge Fleet n*gga
That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep n*gga
Ain't nothing sweet n*gga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the 'Grove with two Calico's
I carry 4's in my side pocket
While yours c*ckin' n*gga mine poppin'
Walk through your house with my iron knockin'
[Chorus: Nelly]
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
This is for my b*tches with the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the b*tch in their face
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
This is for my b*tches with the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the b*tch in their face

[Verse 3: Nelly]
I ain't bullsh*ttin', I trick 'em and run up in their kitty
If she ain't a nine or better, my n*ggas then I'm splittin'
Get a code-red, hop in the Jag and fled
Bumpin' N.O.R.E number six, "b*tch give me some head"
And for you n*ggas 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: Nelly]
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
This is for my b*tches with the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the b*tch in their face
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
This is for my b*tches with the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the b*tch in their face
[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
I ain't no busta n*gga
Came up out that Hollygrove dungeon, n*gga
Flame up and toast let it get sparkin' up in here
You don't make it out alive very often up in here
I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
I'm a sweep off ya Ave if its any beef partna
I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna
Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers
Weezy-Wee partna

[Verse 5: 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 n*gga why not me
Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week
Freeza burnt out the piece Gucci and hat sweet
Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks

[Chorus: Nelly]
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
This is for my b*tches with the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the b*tch in their face
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
This is for my b*tches with the style and grace
Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the b*tch in their face
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas
[Outro: Nelly]
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 E.I
Uh, uh wodie