[Hook]
Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back
I hear dem boyz come`n derty
Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back
I hear dem boyz come`n(repeat 4x`s)
[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]
