Song lyrics For my by Nelly

[talking through megaphone]
Yo, uh, you didnīt see this one comin did ya
All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.
Nelly-Nel and Lilī Wayne

[Nelly]
On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!)
You know it and these cats hate it
I got nothing outdated
If it is itīs self rated
S-class wit everything voice-activated
Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it
Paid wit big faces; if itīs broke then replace it
Now itīs like that; Purple Haze and Cognac
On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back

[Lilī 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
Thatīs why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga
Ainīt nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4īs in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin
Walk through you house wit my iron now when

[Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)]

This is for my niggaaassss
Who be keepin it tight
Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchessss
Wit the style and grace
Who ainīt hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face

[Nelly]
I ainīt bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen
And she ainīt a nonadeada my niggas then Iīm splitin
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump ? number six, "bitch 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
Iīm more focused Iīm born in the Louī

[Chorus]

[Lilī Wayne]
I ainīt no busta nigga
Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here
You donīt make out alive very often up in here
Iīma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
Iīm 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 karats in my earring, five around my knuckle
Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle
Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didnīt know
If you was the Jackie Frost why didnīt 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 talkinī freaks

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss

[talking through megaphone]
Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha
We know ya didnīt see that one comin
Uh, uh ee-yah
Uh, uh wodie