Song lyrics Dem boyz feat. st. lunatics by Nelly

[Hook]
Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back
I hear dem boyz comeīn dirty
Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back
I hear dem boyz comeīn(repeat 4xīs)

[Verse 1: Nelly]
Who am I you ask me you know itīs bout that grammar
From any state it donīt matter, from here to Montana
From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna
They holdīn up they banners, and runīn wit they cameras
Can I get a flick you damn right miss
(Can I take a hit) here boo like this
Chronic sticky like gum, I guess thatīs how it comes
Donīt worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh)
When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer
this year Iīm more blunter
More up close and personal, itīs just gon get worser now
From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile
Canīt worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths
I realize they canīt help it, just stay where you bowīn down
Some more you canīt get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now
If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town

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[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man
Murp jersey on backwards wit olī school Timīs and
Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp
Nelly chain so long got him walkīn wit a limp
Ali is throwīn money in the front row
And erī body screamīn Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course
We be them up, close, live, and in person
Might look like the type that be robīn them purses
But I aint Iīm the yung dude I be rhymeīn them verses
Worked hard since ī93 thatīs how I got signed to Universal
Now the girlies take they thongs off
And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off
I be that pull up right beside you beatīn bad type of Tic
Iīm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic
Lunatic, thatīs what I am thatīs what I said I am
Iīm tryīn to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am

[Verse 3: Kyjuan]
Itīs dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces readīn Sources
My choice is olī schoolīs over dem Rolls Royceīs
Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is
Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices
Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard
Ohh wee oh Lord, she donīt want no more
Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4
Smokes 1 44, what dem oīs go for (Like oh)
350 1 more, 350 stickīn the floor brand new bizare
smashes, g īs and cīs all in my glasses
Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches
Imagine, me without those two headbands
Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants
Feelīn dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie
Cutlass candies sit down you know you canīt stand me

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[Verse 4: Ali]
Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch
Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross
Thatīs that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up
Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes
Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes
5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh)
Thatīs what they say when I pull up on dīs in that old Dr.J
Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races
Headīn back places but it still seem racist
Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off
Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that īll take the wall off
Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag
Fitted still switchīn two different shoes starchy wit tags

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