Nelly - For My (feat. Lil' Wayne) Lyrics
Phone rings, talks through a telephone)Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did yaAll the way from the N.O. to S.T.L....Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne[Nelly]...On a scale one to ten I been rated a 12 (right!)You know it and these cats hate it...I got nothing out datedIf it is it's up graded...S-class wit everything voice-activatedChrome rim three, bladed, factory custom made itPaid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace itNow it's like that; Purple Haze and CogniacOn tha beach in L.A. with dime *****es right gimme that[Lil' Wayne]I represent them street niggasWhen it get hot carry that heat niggasThem sweep niggas off they feet niggasYou livin on the edge leap niggaThat's why my clique we do or die and roll deep niggaAin't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothesReady to represent the Grove wit two calicoesI carry 4's in my side pocketWhile your's *****in, nigga mine's poppinWalk through you house wit my iron knockinChorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)I'm doin this one is fo my niggaaaaazWho be keepin it tightOnly lovin dime *****es that ***** on the first night....This is for my *****essssWit the style and graceWho ain't hearin nothing talkin but the ***** in they face[Nelly]..I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kittenAnd she ain't a 9 or better my nigga then I'm splitinGet a code-red hop in the Jag and fledBumpin' Nore+ number six, "***** give me some head"And for you niggas out there who be jacking the whipsGot a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the ClipsAnd from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get looseBut ta tell ya the truth ..I'm more focused upon my loot.Chorus...[Lil' Wayne].....I ain't no busta niggaCame up out that Hollygrove dungeon niggaflame up and toast somethin' that'll get it sparking up in herethey don't make it out alive very often up in hereI'ma speak on behalf of the c.m.b partnaI'm a sweep off ya ave if its any beef partnaI skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partnaSlip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three chopperswheezy-wee potna[Nelly].....Four karats in my ear, five around my knuckleSix wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle Leave them wit it looklike Nelly I didn't knowIf you was the Jackie Frost then why didn't you say soSomebody gotta shine my nigga why not meEven my dentist told me floss 7 days a weekFreeza burnt out the piece Gucci and hat sweetButter soft leather seats for transporting freaksChorus...[Nelly]....This is for my niggas{*talking through megaphone*}Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, haWe know ya didn't see that one comin.....Uh, uh, uhUh, uh E.I. Uh, Uh
