Nelly - Down In Da Water (feat. Ali & Gube Thug) Lyrics
Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhhDiamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper+Silkk+ headliner, ain't No Limit to how I +Shock+ yaAll chrome dated, they suberb when I drop herAll these haters, they suberb when I ***** theNah I ain't gon' tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myselfBut you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myselfDon't make me start man, I'm from the heartlandWhere they might shoot you up (ohh) it's not your heart layinWayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da waterMan look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"And uh, you need to show me what you talkin aboutWhat all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouthI'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-IThe hump back girls with thighsWhere they be built like bricks, praised for bein thickOr maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shitI stay..[Chorus: Nelly]We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeahOff the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeahOff the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order[Ali]Yo, check, yoYou gettin close to me when you hit them rocks on the banksSo grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tankGo grab a wet suit, check your regulator soonCause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoonsThen we - flood the streets, oh how they - lovin meCome through in the Buick sittin so - love-lyWe like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstasDress sharp, smile in your face and still rob (ho)I'm natural wit it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (wit it)I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get itGet it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap).. I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suitedRUN FOR COVER! Somebody call up the GuinnessBook of World Records, tell 'em we poppin tremendousDirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destructionIt's the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothinIt go..[Chorus][Gube Thug]Yo.. I'm from the land of kick do'sWhere niggaz come through your window with pistolslike Bruh Man off the fifth flo'See the way the wrist glow, sick flowBetter yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this ***** into a discoHood crime highly infestedCheck your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly requestedAnd my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple PuckerAnd the game from the veterans, righteous barsI'm in it for longevity, stripes and starsAnd the world might change if ever I quit blessin itJust use my illest verse to throw in the New TestamentI got a need for speed like Jeff GordonShot hoops in size 10, it's just JordanPlus, I should be a warden the way I lock cellsMight, catch me hoppin outta the truck, blowin the LWe yellin..[Chorus] - repeat to fade]
