* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" as "Come Over"
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Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
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Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
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Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
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And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
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But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
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Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?
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Nah no doubt though aight?
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(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
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(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh
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[Nelly]
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You know I, spend hot shit when need be
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Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
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If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
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Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
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That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy
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I spit game like that, I get brains like that
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Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that
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If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
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I can only get low and I never fumble
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Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
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So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home
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I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
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She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
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You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all
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Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call
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And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall
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So
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[Chorus]
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(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
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(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be
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Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
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Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
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Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
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Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
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Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
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Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
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Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
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Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
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[Nelly]
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I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike
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Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight
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Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike
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Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight
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Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
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Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
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Swore up and down you never did this before..
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Whatever just go slow
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Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
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The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like
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He think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee
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Running through his veins like an IV, highspeed
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Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D.
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Better catch me now while my price is low
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Demandin five digits when the Lunatics blow
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Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what?
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends
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Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
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Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that
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When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
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Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin
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about a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her
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I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter
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My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
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I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner
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Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor
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Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her
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SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner
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I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)
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Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
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The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter
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I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on
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[Chorus]
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[repeated until the end]
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Here we come y'all, here we come
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Here We Come - Nelly
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