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Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?
Nah no doubt though aight?

(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh

[Nelly]
You know I, spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy
I spit game like that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call
And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall
So

[Chorus]
(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up-a
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?   Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'   Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already   And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute   But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin   Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?   Nah no doubt though aight?      (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!   (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh      [Nelly]   You know I, spend hot shit when need be   Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)   If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)   Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi   That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy   I spit game like that, I get brains like that   Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that   If sex was football, I'd be a runningback   I can only get low and I never fumble   Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone   So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home   I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone   She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg   You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all   Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call   And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall   So      [Chorus]   (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!   (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be   Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground   Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound   Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up   Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)   Full countdown, from the sky to the ground   Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)   Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up   Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up-a
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