Chorus - nelly) 2x
If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh
I aint ballin out here, no, I aint playin no games
I got a new name for niggas with change, jang a lang
(penelope)
Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium
Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? cause Im offendin em
Rocks nothin but cavada shit, Im the baddest
The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit
Mo potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein
Off the hook, take a look, Im the chick, I cant be tamed
One name like the highest breed, papi capche?
One drove home from italy, is yall feelin me?
Be a mistress to none, but all good to some
Let me break you off a little, show you how its done
Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And some fish are coppin flights for me to reno
I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now youre fuckin with the real deal
Hold still, let this lady let loose
Keep them chips comin nigga or your neckll catch a nuece
(chorus)
(murphy lee)
Now yall know me, I like an old school ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, head band that says murphy
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, with the sleeve off
On my way to drop a few gs off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right
Im doin thirty now, riskin my life
Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies
Young dude be floatin the city like cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like allen iverson
Im liver than jay, dave and kathy and regis
Been on more mtv shows than butthead and beavis
Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and slo down, huh
We almost had to buy up the town
Its like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi
Girls do what I say so I just tell em to do me
(chorus)
(keyjuan)
Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits fire
You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires
My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in em
Dress eyes and ride hot rides and jags in em
Let him talk his jazz, whats 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 line
Im hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like ray and claud
I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads
Im from the lou, kinda new, Im a make my laws
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, its like pause
(ay, where yo range at? )
Its outside you wanna clean it?
(ay, where yo name at? )
Its in the source, you aint seen it?
(ay, where yo change at? )
You cant tell dirty, Im sparklin?
Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it
