Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another One, artist - Nelly. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Another One |
| Oh! |
| You can search in the gutter down low |
| You can even wait 'til the mountain comes down |
| And if you wanna wait 'til the river runs dry |
| But you’ll never find another one |
| You can search around the whole damn globe |
| Search from in the North, to the East, Westside |
| I bet your bottom dime |
| No matter what you do, you’ll never find another one |
| Hey yo this chronic got me to', I try to shake it and break it |
| Thinkin it won’t go, I went to see the doctor |
| X-rays it won’t show, I even wrapped myself up in blankets |
| Just like a cold cause I’m so sick-wid-it |
| It just happened on a song, I feel it in my eyes |
| My urrs and in my nose, my fingers and my toes |
| Translated into flows, man rap gon' need a facelift |
| I’m just so hungry I can taste it |
| Imagine me up in the sto', somewhere behind the counter |
| Pushin buttons on the drawer, like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo |
| Chk-chicka, here you go, please come another day |
| I waited a lot of winter days and summer nights to rock the mic |
| City locked down, right before me and the other 'Tics went down |
| You fuckin right it went down |
| Fuckin right I drink Crown, fuckin right we move crowds |
| It’s a Derty E-N-T thang, want ya pretty sweet thang |
| I said I like the way you do that right thurr — uh |
| You just remember why you do that right thurr — uh |
| I made it tight to be country, they thought country was bummy |
| Until country start makin money, now they all in Kentucky |
| Oklahomas and Nashvilles, they givin out record deals |
| (They eventually had their shot) man they been had skills |
| But leave it up to Moses, cause he gon' lead us out |
| I made the world accept on how we speak and how we shout |
| I started that whassup dirty, that dirty how ya doin |
| I let the dirty go up and now niggas runnin through it |
| Huh, that’s why I did it — mayne, just don’t forget it — mayne |
| The whole world know I killed it but I still get acquited — mayne |
| I’m a thoroughbred, with some thorough bread |
| I got a thorough chick waitin with some thorough head |
| I’mma pro model, I’m fitted for the new era ranks |
| I should move to Bel-Air the way I fill up banks |
| I take a pair of black nines and I’m — the man |
| I said a pair of black nines make 'em — jump man |
| I push your wig from the back to the — front man |
| Just cause I’m peaceful don’t mistake me for no — punk man |
| Shit I’mma come clean, I should sleep on the triple beam |
| I’m too damn dope nigga to hang around fiends |
| Plus a team, playa, I never play the team |
| Cause even if I win, we all gettin rings |
| We all gon' bling whether I rap or sing |
| Matter of fact, I should hit a note now just for the hell of it |
| Ohhhhhhh-e-ohh, HOE, ohhhhhhh-oh, oh |
| I’m a muh’fucka, a motherfucker muh’fucka |
| Have my son daddy uncle newphew brother muh-fucka |
| I’mma low pro arsenal, and you can ask |
| SoundScan or ASCAP if you doubtin yo |