Nelly - E. I. Lyrics
Uh.. uh uh uh uhUh.. wait a minute nowUh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Uh, uh..Can you hear me out there?Lunatics.. is yall ready?Let me hear yaUh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh![nelly]Ima sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)Fendi capri pants and parasucos (alright)Passadity ? ? city, with one or two throwsIm droppin em outta high school straight into the prosWho knows? I know!And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbowsAnd break it down low to the flo, and there you goNow throw it on me slowAnd everytime I +busta rhyme+, baby gimme some moYou say you like that, when I hit it from behindAnd Ill be right back; yeah thats my very next lineI use it - time after time, when Im speakin my mindIts no matter if Im shootin game to a pigeon or dimeI ask her, who dat is, talkin that shit about the tics?Somebody probably jealous cause they ***** got hitBut aint nobody else droppin shit like thisShould we apologize? nah ***** em, just leave em pissed, hey!Chorus: repeat 2xAndele andele mami, e.i. e.i.Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! whats happenin now?Andele andele mami, e.i. e.i.Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! if the head right, nelly there erynight[nelly]We can gamble to the break of dawn, niggaMoney long, niggaPass up the skirt to talk to the thong, niggaSome say Im wrong, but ***** it Im grown, niggaIf you aint bout money then best be gone, niggaIm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past meNasty, dont be scared boo, go head and ask meI drive fastly, call me jeff gord-onIn the black ss with the naviga-tionSee the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-onI got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-anAnother one pag-in, tellin me to come homeHer husband on vacation and left her home aloneI used the v-12, powers; weight loss, powersFrom +phat farm+ to +iceberg slim+ in one showerGet a room in trump towers just to hit the p hoursKicked the ***** up out the room cause she used the word ours, hey!Chorus[nelly]Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that stickyWash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin ickyLet go off in a hos mouth, I aint pickyStart frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean? !Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get meBig faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?Dont make me pull that fo-fo ouuuuuuutI keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuutThen I slide up in the escaladeMe and e gettin solid like the ice capadesAnd me and heezy - frosty, project mo wrapped up than bugsyYou understand me, wrapped wrists like mummiesIf you compare me to your local groceryThen youll see I got more carrots/karats than aisle dMore bread than aisle g, then bag and scan me+sure+ like +al b.+, meet the tics in maui, hey!Chorus[nelly]St. louis yall, uh, uhUh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Uh, can you feel that?Lunatics yall, uh, uhUh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Uh, uh, uncle phil up above yall, uh, uhUh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Yell it universal yall, uh, uhUh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew yallChorus (to fade + ad libs)
