[Nelly]
They said a country boy, came through and then, changed the game
If you what you got ain't hot then, check your flame
If what you spitting ain't hitting then, check your aim
Your record sales start to slip and then, Nelly to blame
Now who you know come through first time on the scene
No set-ups, no guest appearances in between
Ride like a nigga drinking gasoline
I keep it hot, like my dirty down in New Orleans
The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring
Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing
Thug drinking mo', but Don the King
I'm getting pissy, with Tissy, Missy and Irene
Real close friends that like to try things
Me and my dirties we like to buy things
Fuck around and give me a license to fly things
Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like

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Oh! (Gon' break it down)
Oh Nelly! (Gon' change that game around)
And I bet (y'all really gon' hate him now)
Why don't you come ride with me? Oh-wee!

[Nelly]
First name Nelly, last name Nel
First letter see, last letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sitting on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud? Too much spent
Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint'
Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I.
Head for my residency, loving my presidency
I do it like you never did see
Shady to them niggas that's shading me
Giving back to the ones that gave to me
Bought a Caddy for the man that created me (who?)
My daddy, call him Big Nelly (oh!)
Pimp juice flowing through that bloodline 'cause
Huh, see what it does? Yeah, you feel the buzz, like

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
One mo' time! N, E, dash L-L-why
If you didn't like me then, gon' hate me now
Me and Murph' fogged out in the buggy I
With the, suction doors, two bad-ass whores
Holla at Yo, cause I need that custom made
Waves, fresh fade, brand new Band-Aid
Them boys ain't playin around
Unless it's in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch
Never tic-tac-toe, there's too many of those
I need a Rocky Dennis face - uhh, know what I mean?
Then I'm good to roll; hey, out of control
New motto - never fuck the same hoe!
Tryin to catch Bilt, four 'more to go
From the bed to the flo', jackrabbit too pro
Knock 'em out, wake baby girl to let her know
Yo, you can't even stay here tonight, f'real, I'm sorry

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Ya know, 'cause, my security they gon' be knocking on the door in a minute
And, if you ain't out ma it's, it's it's gon' be violence
Um, yeah, for sure, nothing personal, fo'sho'

Uh uh, uh, you come ride with me
Uh, uh uh, uh you come ride with me
Uh uh, uh, uh you come ride with me
Uh uh, uh, uh, uh uh

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Writer : C. HAYNES, T. HARPER, J. EPPERSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO JACKIE FROST MUSIC