[Skit]
Nelly: Callin these niggaz mayn
(*phone ringing*)
Nelly: Got me up on wait
Man: Can you get that nigga
Nelly: I know these niggaz is home
Nelly: Yo
Man: Yo, what up boss
Nelly: Yo, where why'all at derrty?
Man: Uh, like, like, um, over there
Nelly: Yo mayn, get why'all ass out here
Man: Where you at?
Nelly: I'm at the studio mayn, see'mon
Man: Oh, we on our way
Nelly: why'all niggaz supposed to be here an hour ago mayn
Man: Oh, word
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout

[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Word to hispanics, 'atics
Rollin nappies and Caddy classes (yeah)
Gettin harassed them by them bastards

[Professor]
Hey yo, I see your color Jacob, they creepin up on the side
Just doin they job, fuck with us cause there's D's on the ride

[King Jacob]
Got me queazy inside, plus we got the feezy inside
And we "Cheech" while we ride, I can't believe we this high

[Professor]
Man, if he trippin off this blunt, then he's a bitch cop
I roll past the whole constitutes smoke just pourin out the G-top (tops)

[King Jacob]
Plus my nigga filled to the bompty-bompty
Boopin feet turn them sirens on, I doubt if we stop

[Professor]
I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could
Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob

[King Jacob]
Really they would, that it's still to the good
Cause we still in the hood
Plus I got a license if he trip and filler that bud

[Professor]
Shit he about to flag us, fittin to harass us
We catch a free case, if he bag us
Nigga gonna fag us out, if he pass us

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Popo trippin, want to flag a nigga about his radio
No time to panic, hide the automatic and I'll stash the dro
Run my name, our plates, my shit gets checked, you gotta let us go

[Professor]
They pulled up right on our ass
And just as quick as he got on us, you-turned up on the grass
I'm like Jacob your killin the gas, you school 'em so fast
You should be sportin a book in the bag, I looked and just laughed

[King Jacob]
Shit you know how I do it, gone off that fluid
Plus this dope don't help, I'm takin cron needle steps
Now we need hoes next cause I'm full of this weed
Lookin for "Love Connection" like Chuck Woolery

[Professor]
Indeed, you know it's time to act a plum fool up
Professor and King Jacob it's time these haters shape up
And wake up, cause while we got TV's on the ride
And D's on the ride, don't hate us cause your girl want to ride

[King Jacob]
Young guys, a consolation prize, show 'em what they won guys
Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one times
Why why'all keep hatin, me and P be ridin by (bye bye)

[Chorus]
[King Jacob]
Dirty I'm outta control, catch me out on the road
Drivin too fast or pulled over, hollerin at hoes
Don't matter, either way it go, I'm gonna flow
On eighty-eight inches, and the dope box smoke
Us thoroughbread niggaz never show no pain
Got your girl in my bed, but I don't know no names
Got a ice rolle, a Range on them thangs
With a nice crib and I ain't sold no cocaine

[Professor]
Introduce your please now and direct is complete
You'll probably see doin 'tography, eights in the street
Up in the ride, body big block with a stick in the floor
I do donuts then let cops stare, give chase when I go
I'm gonna still kick it with "Lunatics" that sick with the flow
I'm shittin on hoes, that mine are so clean sittin on both
You never know what you expect, you see us out on the road
What you expect when it's flossin season, we do this like pros

[Chorus]
[Skit]
Nelly: Yo mayn, what the fuck just happened out there
Man: Mayn these niggaz tryna crucify a nigga man, I mean
Nelly: Yeah, I'm try not pop on talkin and shit
Nelly: I'm like what these niggaz did done
Man: Man they ain't really talkin 'bout nothin
Nelly: Man why'all better hurry up and get why'all ass to the studio mayn
Nelly: 'Fore why'all get in no more trouble
Man: I'm comin yo, I'm tryna
Nelly: why'all niggaz gettin locked up, I just bailed you niggaz out
Man: I know, I thankful for that man
Nelly: Bouncin and shit
Nelly: Gotta get this money mayn
Man: I'm comin
Nelly: Presidents now
Nelly: Get why'all ass here
Man: Gotta go home in a minute though

(*inhale and cough*)

Writer : KARIN JANSSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group