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Nelly - Utah side
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(chorus) 
I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell 
But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell 
So come on get on in the ride 
And let me take you to the other side x2 

I said inhale exhale 
I heard your clientele is doin well 
I see you boomin out the S-T-L 
Pushin a five hundred S-L 
I heard you even got a child now (look at that) 
A baby momma and a bow-wow 
My nigga know you need to calm down 
F-for County run up in your house 
But you don't wanna hear that though, it's too late 
Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait 
They got taps on your mobile phone 
They do surveillance all around your home 
Now ya pawnin' everything ya own 
Calling on your partners for a loan 
No more slip and sliding on the chrome 
Your good days have come and gone 
I tried to tell you 

(chorus) 

Now baby girl what's your name? 
And tell me what's your claim to fame 
Oh I can tell you do your thing 
Just by checking out your diamond ring 
I see you at the mall every day 
Buying shanelle, fendi, Donna K 
Plus I heard they took your job away 
And got ya kids' shit on lay away 
You got a 4-5 Infinity (You livin' large) 
Like your last name was Kennedy or El' DeBarge 
Oh I just can't believe, that you made that money righteously 
The kids asking what they mommy do 
And why she lock us in the bedroom 
I think mommy getting paid to screw 
Cause every night it's a different dude 
I tried to tell 

(chorus) 

Little man how old are you (you can tell me) 
And what you doing skipping school 
I see you running with your lil' crew 
Out there fighting over red and blue 
So now you wanna claim gangs 
Even heard you bought a (?) that ain't it 
You started out with chronic on the grain 
Now you're smoking amphetamines 
I ain't trying to sway your dreams 
Just trying to show you, that's it's other ways to make cream 
(Take it from me) 
Just go to school and make something of 
Your young life and watch it blow up 
You ain't gotta stop being cool 
Don't even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels (and fast cars) 
Just keep it real with your game son 
And don't forget were you came from 
I'm trying to tell ya 

(chorus x4 to a fade)