*featuring Trina
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[(Chorus - Nelly) 2x]
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If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
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Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh
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I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no games
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I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang
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[Trina]
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Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium
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Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? 'Cause I'm offendin 'em
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Rocks nothin but Cavada shit, I'm the baddest
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The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit
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Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein
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Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed
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One name like the highest breed, papi cap?he?
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One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin me?
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Be a mistress to none, but all good to some
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Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done
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Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds
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And some fish are coppin flights for me to Reno
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I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel
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You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the real deal
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Hold still, let this lady let loose
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Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece
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[Chorus]
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[Murphy Lee]
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Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey
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Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy"
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Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the sleeve off
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On my way to drop a few G's off
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Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right
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I'm doin thirty now, riskin my life
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Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way
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Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies
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Young Dude be floatin the city like cab drivers
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Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iverson
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I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis
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Been on more MTV shows than Butthead and Beavis
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Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and Slo Down, huh
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We almost had to buy up the town
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It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi
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Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me
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[Chorus]
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[Keyjuan]
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Ay, you know where my chains comes from, I spits fire
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You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires
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My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em
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Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em
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Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em?
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While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time
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"No more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch line
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I'm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines
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Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud
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I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads
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I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws
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When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause
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(Ay, where yo' Range at?)
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It's outside you wanna clean it?
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(Ay, where yo' name at?)
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It's in The Source, you ain't seen it?
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(Ay, where yo' chains at?)
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You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin?
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Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it
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[Chorus]
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Jang A Lang
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St. Lunatics |