Song lyrics Cg 2 feat. st. lunatics by Nelly

[Nelly]
I tell ya what
Yo, know what IŽm feelinŽ?
Check it..

[Chorus ]
Mmmm..
IŽm cominŽ back down baby
This time in the six foŽ
(Since we came down wit moŽ shoŽ than the first time
I thought IŽd go trade the Rover in for a six foŽ this time)
A lilŽ moŽ shoŽ, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Mmmm..
IŽm cominŽ back down baby
This time in the six foŽ
A lilŽ moŽ doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop

[Verse: Nelly]
You can find me, same city, same state
CarryinŽ more weight, fishinŽ wit more bait
More license plates than your DMV
TakinŽ more total request than your MTV
Errry, gaga, they call me Daga
The rookie wanna signinŽ bonus for that pu nada
But my, salary cap wonŽt allow me to give a nada
I guess she be a free agent until she find anothaŽ
Call it fresh, for the DŽs on my ATVs
And if I squeeze niggas fallinŽ like they last name Keys
Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds
First name GMC, last name Denali
Why the change? you come know fuck wit me
Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be
I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated
IŽm feelinŽ like Chris Slater, a little violated

[Verse: Ali]
Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard
Went from the PJŽs to livinŽ out past Ford
What the cash for? me to spend
Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got
I fuck twins from the back end
Back to the club and backed in
Went to the back end gotta announce we back in
The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco
Bread sick I need your Pluto
Black Banudo, in the candy black Turro
BMW Sport, check the Ra Report
What you thought it was a widle? yea, them seats swivel
Cats be killinŽ me talkinŽ ballinŽ and canŽt dribble
Bid 70 kibble, menage tua was civil
Crystal yŽall, head from all, 18 taŽ 80 bar
Hit the mall nigga, and shop Žtill we fall
And the bitches all be lovinŽ when we leave the bottle the car

[Chorus: 2x]
Mmmm..
IŽm cominŽ back down baby
This time in the six foŽ
A lilŽ moŽ doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop

[Verse: Kyjuan]
IŽm cominŽ down down, baby, duck when you see me
When Kyjuan cominŽ the spray, yo it ainŽt graffiti
No I donŽt eat bullets, but IŽll feed the needy
Throwup a L, but I wonŽt smoke a L at the city
Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy
Excursion, lime-green so I know that youŽll see me
Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out
No doubt, like numbaŽ 3 on Free City CD
It not a game, I went from a GS to a LS
And LS donŽt mean low self-esteem
So clean, cats think I sip a jets su Vokal
Nights mis-match , hard from Zat
I smoke herb, but whatŽs the harm in that?
Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that?
Only got caught once, where my warninŽ at?
Been in St. Louis all my life, ainŽt seen a farmer yet
Back in 1993 (was when a school boy decided to be an MC)
See some said no, others said faŽ sho
(and now we cominŽ back down, this time in a six foŽ)

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Zoop zoop, open ya mind up for this lineup
No, we donŽt pitch but rich is how we wind up
Situations, entrepreneurs get dollars and new toys
(wait Žtill they get a load of my Impala!)
We back back, matter fact goinŽ down down
You people need to calm down, Spreewells only goinŽ round
ActinŽ like you nevaŽ seen a car dance befoŽ
They be askinŽ how does it feel like DŽ Angelo (how does it feel)
Picture wakinŽ up, all weed, bomb weed, palm trees, no kickinŽ it on the beach
Have to work all day, dirty, 3 P.M. to 3
But at your local ATM you can find Murphy Lee

[Chorus: 3x]
Mmmm..
IŽm cominŽ back down baby
This time in the six foŽ
A lilŽ moŽ doe, listen to the switches go
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop
Zoop, zoop.. zoop zoop zoop