Lyrics N Da Paint - Ali & Gipp, Nelly

N Da Paint

When i pull up in the club
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i step up in the mall
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i leave up out the club
They say thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
And when i creep up out the mall
They say thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine
(kill em daddy)
Shorty Scripe Yellow Stripe
Yea Gipp got 4
Krispy kreme in the paint
Chrome on the toes
Snow blows out the AC, 4−5 Doors
And i never leave the club less its 4−5 hoes (That's right)
Money hungry hustlers
Real-estate investers
Get the fuckin friend
Like he’ll never be a customer
Dougy fresh clean
On the scene chokin' Irene
We don’t do relationships
We’d rather have a fling
My jeans and my shoes worth
More than a grand
40-thousand in the car
Keep em closer at hand
Watch the stone in my ear
Make the hoes go «Dang!»
And the women love me
Cuz they know who I am
When i pull up in the club
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i step up in the 'morn
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i leave up out the club
They say thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
And when i creep up out the mall
They say thats not right
(ya see they say) thats not right
(ya see they say) thats not right
I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine
(kill em daddy)
I’m ridin high in tha
Sudan DeVille
Creepin' slow on up that hill
Get to the top to stunt on Jack
We ride on down to Smash Jill
Look herre ma now this the deal
While i go deep like Navy Seals
Then i like to Dissapurre
Like i’m David Copperfield
Man, Please, i’m 1 of the realist in rap!
Thats right how could I go broke
When i’m 1 of Bobs Cats
See If u didn’t well now u know
Just Cock it back and let it Go
My muscle cars is so strong
The liscense say «BOWCO»
Ya get it?
my liscense plate
Reads, «BOWCO»
(Damn! His liscense plate Read BOWCO)
Home-town rider
St. louis Resider
Dig in my Backyard u might jus find a geyser
Garage look like priza
Motors i ain’t Jokin'
Check my Chick she smokin'
She sick wit it from
St. Louis to Oakland
Come On
When i pull up in the club
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i step up in the mall
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i creep up out the club
They say thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
And when i creep up out the mall
They say thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine
(kill em daddy)
It’s not a game
But ima still gon play in the streets
Ball hard 'till i fall
Seven days of the week
On monday ima get up and go
And turn down the mall
Chick wit some dantley
Puffy booty look small
On Tuesday ima Fall throught Paul’s Shop
Drop 100 putin' shoes on All my drop
Wednesday ima go to the Jewelry sstore
Thursday its back to the Jewelry store once more
Friday ima G-4 to the westcoast
Hook up wit tha ese
Come back with the best Smokes
Saturday i like to down
Sunday I coupe to the City
With my 4−15 for
B-B-B- beatin' dat Nitti
When i pull up in the club
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i step up in the 'morn
Im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(we goin) hard in the paint
And when i creep up out the club
They say thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
(see they say) thats not right
And when i leave up out the 'morn
They say thats not right
(ya see they say) thats not right
(ya see they say) thats not right
I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine
(tell em daddy)
I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine
(kill em daddy)