[Skit]
Nelly: Callin these niggaz mayn
(*phone ringing*)
Nelly: Got me up on wait
Man: Can you get that nigga
Nelly: I know these niggaz is home
Nelly: Yo
Man: Yo, what up boss
Nelly: Yo, where y`all at derrty?
Man: Uh, like, like, um, over there
Nelly: Yo mayn, get y`all ass out here
Man: Where you at?
Nelly: I`m at the studio mayn, c`mon
Man: Oh, we on our way
Nelly: Y`all niggaz supposed to be here an hour ago mayn
Man: Oh, word
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin `bout
[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Word to hispanics, `atics
Rollin nappies and Caddy classes (yeah)
Gettin harrassed them by them bastards
[Professor]
Hey yo, I see your color Jacob, they creepin up on the side
Just doin they job, fuck with us cause there`s D`s on the ride
[King Jacob]
Got me queazy inside, plus we got the feezy inside
And we Cheech while we ride, I can`t believe we this high
[Professor]
Man, if he trippin off this blunt, then he`s a bitch cop
I roll past the whole constitutes smoke just pourin out the G-top (tops)
[King Jacob]
Plus my nigga filled to the bompty-bompty
Boopin feet turn them sirens on, I doubt if we stop
[Professor]
I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could
Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob
[King Jacob]
Really they would, that it`s still to the good
Cause we still in the hood
Plus I got a license if he trip and filler that bud
[Professor]
Shit he about to flag us, fittin to harass us
We catch a free case, if he bag us
Nigga gonna fag us out, if he pass us
[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Popo trippin, wanna flag a nigga about his radio
No time to panic, hide the automatic and I`ll stash the dro
Run my name, our plates, my shit gets checked, you gotta let us go
[Professor]
They pulled up right on our ass
And just as quick as he got on us, U-turned up on the grass
I`m like Jacob your killin the gas, you school `em so fast
You should be sportin a book in the bag, I looked and just laughed
[King Jacob]
Shit you know how I do it, gone off that fluid
Plus this dope don`t help, I`m takin cron needle steps
Now we need hoes next cause I`m full of this weed
Lookin for Love Connection like Chuck Woolery
[Professor]
Indeed, you know it`s time to act a plum fool up
Professor and King Jacob it`s time these haters shape up
And wake up, cause while we got TV`s on the ride
And D`s on the ride, don`t hate us cause your girl wanna ride
[King Jacob]
Young guys, a consolation prize, show `em what they won guys
Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one times
Why y`all keep hatin, me and P be ridin by (bye bye)
[Chorus]
[King Jacob]
Dirty I`m outta control, catch me out on the road
Drivin too fast or pulled over, hollerin at hoes
Don`t matter, either way it go, I`m gonna flow
On eighty-eight inches, and the dope box smoke
Us thoroughbread niggaz never show no pain
Got your girl in my bed, but I don`t know no names
Got a ice rolle, a Range on them thangs
With a nice crib and I ain`t sold no cocaine
[Professor]
Introduce your please now and direct is complete
You`ll probably see doin `tography, eights in the street
Up in the ride, body big block with a stick in the floor
I do donuts then let cops stare, give chase when I go
I`m gonna still kick it with Lunatics that sick with the flow
I`m shittin on hoes, that mine are so clean sittin on both
You never know what you expect, you see us out on the road
What you expect when it`s flossin season, we do this like pros
[Chorus]
[Skit]
Nelly: Yo mayn, what the fuck just happened out there
Man: Mayn these niggaz tryna crucify a nigga man, I mean
Nelly: Yeah, I`m try not pop on talkin and shit
Nelly: I`m like what these niggaz did done
Man: Man they ain`t really talkin `bout nothin
Nelly: Man y`all better hurry up and get y`all ass to the studio mayn
Nelly: `Fore y`all get in no more trouble
Man: I`m comin yo, I`m tryna
Nelly: Y`all niggaz gettin locked up, I just bailed you niggaz out
Man: I know, I thankful for that man
Nelly: Bouncin and shit
Nelly: Gotta get this money mayn
Man: I`m comin
Nelly: Presidents now
Nelly: Get y`all ass here
Man: Gotta go home in a minute though
(*inhale and cough*)
