Dem Boyz — текст песни (Nelly)


[Verse 1: Nelly]

Who am I you ask me you know it`s bout that grammar

From any state it don`t matter, from here to Montana

From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna

They hold`n up they banners, and run`n wit they cameras

Can I get a flick you damn right miss

(Can I take a hit) here boo like this

Chronic sticky like gum, I guess that`s how it comes

Don`t worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh)

When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer

this year I`m more blunter

More up close and personal, it`s just gon get worser now

From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile

Can`t worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths

I realize they can`t help it, just stay where you bow`n down

Some more you can`t get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now

If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town



[Hook]



[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]

They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man

Murp jersey on backwards wit ol` school Tim`s and

Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp

Nelly chain so long got him walk`n wit a limp

Ali is throw`n money in the front row

And er` body scream`n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course

We be them up, close, live, and in person

Might look like the type that be rob`n them purses

But I aint I`m the yung dude I be rhyme`n them verses

Worked hard since `93 that`s how I got signed to Universal

Now the girlies take they thongs off

And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off

I be that pull up right beside you beat`n bad type of Tic

I`m a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic

Lunatic, that`s what I am that`s what I said I am

I`m try`n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am



[Verse 3: Kyjuan]

It`s dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces read`n Sources

My choice is ol` school`s over dem Rolls Royce`s

Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is

Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices

Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard

Ohh wee oh Lord, she don`t want no more

Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4

Smokes 1 44, what dem o`s go for (Like oh)

350 1 more, 350 stick`n the floor brand new bizare

smashes, g `s and c`s all in my glasses

Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches

Imagine, me without those two headbands

Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants

Feel`n dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie

Cutlass candies sit down you know you can`t stand me



[Hook]



[Verse 4: Ali]

Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch

Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross

That`s that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up

Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes

Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes

5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh)

That`s what they say when I pull up on d`s in that old Dr.J

Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races

Head`n back places but it still seem racist

Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off

Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that `ll take the wall off

Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag

Fitted still switch`n two different shoes starchy wit tags



[Hook]



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