Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CG2, artist - Nelly.
Date of issue: 24.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CG2 |
I tell ya what |
Yo, know what I’m feelin'? |
Check it. |
Mmmm. |
I’m comin' back down baby |
This time in the six fo' |
(Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time |
I thought I’d go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time) |
A lil' mo' sho', listen to the switches go |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |
Mmmm. |
I’m comin' back down baby |
This time in the six fo' |
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |
You can find me, same city, same state |
Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait |
More license plates than your DMV |
Takin' more total request than your MTV |
Errry, gaga, they call me Dada |
The rookie wanna signin' bonus for that pu nada |
But my, salary cap won’t allow me to give a nada |
I guess she be a free agent until she find anotha' |
Call it fresh, for the D’s on my ATVs |
And if I squeeze niggas fallin' like they last name Keys |
Dirties please, watch me as I switch my steez |
First name GMC, last name Denali |
Why the change? |
Yu-kon not fuck wit me |
Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be |
I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated |
I’m feelin' like Chris, slightly a little violated |
Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard |
Went from the PJ’s to livin' out past Ford |
What the cash for? |
me to spend |
Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got |
I fuck twins from the back end |
Back to the club and backed in |
Went to the back end gotta announce we back in |
The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco |
Bread sick I need your Pluto |
Black Menudo, in the candy black two-door |
BMW Sport, check the Ra Report |
What you thought it was a widle? |
yea, them seats swivel |
Cats be killin' me talkin' ballin' and can’t dribble |
Bits in the Kibble, mnage trois was civil |
Crystal y’all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar |
Hit the mall nigga, and shop 'till we fall |
And the bitches y’all be lovin' won’t even bother to call |
Mmmm. |
I’m comin' back down baby |
This time in the six fo' |
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |
I’m comin' down down, baby, duck when you see me |
When Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain’t graffiti |
No I don’t eat bullets, but I’ll feed the needy |
Throwup a L, but I won’t smoke a L at the city |
Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy |
Excursion, lime-green so I know that you’ll see me |
Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out |
No doubt, like numba' 3 on Free City CD |
It not a game, I went from a GS to a LS |
And LS don’t mean low self-esteem |
So clean, cats think I sip Ajax suit Vokal |
Nights mis-match, hard from Zat |
I smoke herb, but what’s the harm in that? |
Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence Harmen at? |
Only got caught once, where my warnin' at? |
Been in St. Louis all my life, ain’t seen a farmer yet |
(Back in 1993) Was when a school boy decided to be an MC |
(See some said no, others said fa' sho) |
And now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo' |
Zoop zoop, open ya mind up for this lineup |
No, we don’t pitch but rich is how we wind up |
Situations, entrepreneurs get dollars and new toys |
(wait 'till they get a load of my Impala!) |
We back back, matter fact goin' down down |
You people need to calm down, Spreewells only goin' round |
Actin' like you neva' seen a car dance befo' |
They be askin' how does it feel like D' Angelo (how does it feel) |
Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb weed |
Palm trees, no kickin' it on the beach |
Have to work all day, dirty, 3 P.M. |
to 3 |
But at your local ATM you can find Murphy Lee |
Mmmm. |
I’m comin' back down baby |
This time in the six fo' |
A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |
Zoop, zoop. |
zoop zoop zoop |