Nelly - Jang A Lang Lyrics
Chorus - nelly) 2xIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you canGet your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uhI aint ballin out here, no, I aint playin no gamesI got a new name for niggas with change, jang a lang(penelope)Make way for the new breed ***** of this millenniumStack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? cause Im offendin emRocks nothin but cavada shit, Im the baddestThe ice from head to toe, with that plaid shitMo potent than I cut cocaine, through your veinOff the hook, take a look, Im the chick, I cant be tamedOne name like the highest breed, papi capche?One drove home from italy, is yall feelin me?Be a mistress to none, but all good to someLet me break you off a little, show you how its doneEyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your fundsAnd some fish are coppin flights for me to renoI see no other way for me to tell you how I feelYou wanna stick and move now youre *****in with the real dealHold still, let this lady let looseKeep them chips comin nigga or your neckll catch a nuece(chorus)(murphy lee)Now yall know me, I like an old school ozzie smith jerseyOld school jordans, head band that says murphyStone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, with the sleeve offOn my way to drop a few gs offEase off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a rightIm doin thirty now, riskin my lifeBoth clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-wayRollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at moviesYoung dude be floatin the city like cab driversProfessional but still keep it real like allen iversonIm liver than jay, dave and kathy and regisBeen on more mtv shows than butthead and beavisKeep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and slo down, huhWe almost had to buy up the townIts like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzziGirls do what I say so I just tell em to do me(chorus)(keyjuan)Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits fireYou know what them girls look at dirty, my big tiresMy attire forty-two large denim, I sag in emDress eyes and ride hot rides and jags in emLet him talk his jazz, whats the tag gon get em?While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch timeNo more herb, no such line, uh oh is my punch lineIm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch linesCrossed the gun line, boss, like ray and claudI know niggas that make they money then pay they broadsIm from the lou, kinda new, Im a make my lawsWhen I pull up on the show lot, it be, its like pause(ay, where yo range at? )Its outside you wanna clean it?(ay, where yo name at? )Its in the source, you aint seen it?(ay, where yo change at? )You cant tell dirty, Im sparklin?Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it(chrorus)
