(feat. Nelly)    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    [Nelly]  I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike  Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight  Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike  Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight  Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low  Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro  Swore up and down you never did this before..  Whatever just go slow  Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes  The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like  He think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee  Running through his veins like an IV, highspeed  Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D.  Better catch me now while my price is low  Demandin five digits when the Lunatics blow  Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what?    [Chorus]    [Nelly]  You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends  Cause the weekdays too busy creepin  Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that  When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken  Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin  about a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her  I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter  My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner  I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner  Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor  Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her  SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner  I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)  Beggin your coach let you play for a minute  The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter  I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on    [Chorus]    [repeated until the end]  Here we come y'all, here we come