and the stormiest weather We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever Chorus: [Jaheim] Won't you come on and go with me (oh girl) Come on over
#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy [*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga
tell you the truth, I just don't wanna go to the club Me too, Long time I C'mon!} Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! This is truly an event Nelly
wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss Honies lookin all they wish - come
ohh better get 'em back watch dem niggas back I hear dem boys come'n derty Like ohh better get 'em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boys come'n
a thang When it come to money i got it Mayne You the next best thang I'm the hottest mayne You Talk that shit I'm bout it mayne We way over here Up
(HOT SHIT!) Chorus: Nelly Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT
in 20 seconds It's gettin hectic Reckage is likea hoopty hittin shawns But it seems im behind schedule with broad troubles twistin & pullin Im like shorty help me (come
talkin' to that chick up over there I heard you ask her why she on my dick, yeah, yeah I heard it all before ya dig Next thing you tellin' me Nelly I
show me that you love me, get loose No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose Bend it over, reach for yo toe
Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up Here we come y'all, here we come Here we come y'all, here we come Here we come y'all, here we come ...
the days over so run u back over like u never have in the range rover. [
he see another nigga get on her But she a good girl, actin' bad when she need be I wish you would girl, hit me so often she beep me On some Nelly, come
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back Come, kick it with me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me, show it to me Give it to me, show it
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me
the Harlem dance Look at all that ass in those *itty-bitty* pants Damn, hey Ms. Parker I make that ass come on down like Bob Barker [Verse 3: Nelly]
Don't be scared of me Come on over here and let Bubba infect you From the slums the east of Athens to the plains in North Lagrange, Bubba K can stumble
pain so deep it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over