Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin' did ya
All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.
Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne

(Nelly:)
Now on the scale of one to ten,
I been rated, a 12 (right!)
You know this and these cats hate it
I got nuttin' outdated,
If it is it's up-graded
S-class wit' everything voice-activated
Chrome rim three bladed,
Factory custom made it
Paid wit' big faces;
If it's broke then replace it
Now it's like that;
Purple Haze and Cognac
On the beach in L.A.
With dime b****es ridin' my back

(Lil' Wayne:)
I represent them street niggas
When they get hot,
Carry the heat niggas
Them sweet niggas
Off they feet niggas
You livin' on the edge
Fleet nigga
That's why my clique
We do or die and roll deep nigga
Ain't nothing sweet nigga,
Recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove
Wit' two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin'
Walk through you house wit' my iron now when

CHORUS: (Nelly)
I'm doing this one for my niggas
Who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime b****es that
F*** on the first night
This is for my b****es
Wit the style and grace
Who ain't hear nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face
(2x)

(Nelly:)
I ain't bullsh*ttin' I trick 'em
And run up in their kitty
And she ain't a nonadeada
My niggas then I'm splitin'
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump Nore number six,
"B**** give me some head"
And for you niggas out there
Who be jacking the wrist
Got a new group for ya,
Nina Ross and the Clips
And from the hip I shoot,
If you wanna get loot
'Bout ta tell ya the truth
I'm more focussed I'm born in the Lou'

CHORUS (2x)

(Lil' Wayne:)
I ain't no busta nigga
Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get sparkin' up in here
You don't make out alive very often up in here
I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna
I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna
Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit' three choppers
Weezy-wez partna

(Nelly:)
Four carats in my earring,
Five around my knuckle
Six wrap the wrist,
Check the belt buckle
Leave them wit' it look like
Nelly I didn't know
If you was the Jackie Frost
Why didn't you say so?
Somebody gotta shine
My nigga why not me
Even my dentist told me
Floss 7 days a week
Freeza brought out the piece
Gucci and hat sweet
Butter soft leather seats
For trash talkin' freaks

CHORUS (2x)

(Nelly:)
I'm doing this one for my niggas

Uh, uh, ha bet ya no
Were ready for that one
Hu, ha, ha
We know ya didn't see that one comin'
Uh, uh E.I.
Uh, uh wodie