| Yo, check
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| If I was from New York, I’d probably be from Harlem
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| An uptown nigga with a hunger for stardom
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| Players runningback, coach I can’t guard 'em
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| If you like me on your team ma, you needs a starter
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| Beg your pardon, kid is actin disrespectful
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| He walks up in the club, Slick Rick with his neck full
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| Goin to start a money war, what is he there for?
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| Stacks little paper, what he do that for?
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| Throw a few thousand out the roof of my Maybach
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| Just a little somethin that I got from Reebok
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| We cop, e’rything you see up in the windows
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| Shoppin sprees keep me hungry ma, it’s time to get some
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| Turkey bacon, egg whites all up in my griddle
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| Obscene how the protein keep a nigga lean
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| … Knahmean?
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| It’s obscene how the protein keep a nigga lean
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| We got a problem in here?! |
| HELL NO!
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| We got a problem in here?! |
| I SAID HELL NO!
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| You niggas wanna set it off?! |
| HELL YEAH!
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| You really wanna set it off?! |
| H-H-HELL YEAH!
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| Then let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (hey!)
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| Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| Let’s go, let’s goooo (hey!)
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| I’m just chillin in my Coupe (what?) chillin in my Coupe (what?)
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| I’m chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the side
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| I’m just chillin in my Coupe (what?) I’m chillin in my Coupe (what?)
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| I’m chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the side
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| I’m like a country-ass Adonis lookin for my goddess
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| Same attractin apparatus around, that can find her
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| Pulled down the shades, clothes on your body
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| She can go behind this lame and let shorty go to work
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| Show a couple thou', bet shorty go berserk
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| Last night she on the pole, then this mornin she in chruch
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| On her knees in both places, man I bet that hurt
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| Get you some extra funds, support ya single moms
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| Heard she slangin ass so you can say she buy sex
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| Plus she got a friend so I hope she bi-sex
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| I park right next to her, yeah that’s me
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| Plus the house up on the hill, baby yeah that’s me
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| See I’m a U-City alumni, lookin out my one eye
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| Similar to Popeye, when I’m on that spinach
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| Somebody call up the Guinness Book, it’s gotta be record
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| Like when I heard the beat I knew it had to be on my record
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| Know folks need it, I’m officially elected
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| The right to bear arms, I’m officially protected
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| So if I call you out, don’t argue, respect it
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| Matter fact, go hit the showers, you officially ejected!
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| I used to slang the Jimmy Crack when I didn’t care
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| I seen Jimmy jack corn homie, I was there
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| When Jimmy turned around with his devilish glare
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| I showed Jimmy waistline, partner he wouldn’t dare (c'mon)
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| I can burn your chest like shots of Patron
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| Fuck a drink, I’m talkin 50-cal desert eagle holmes
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| … Ah ah ah ah
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| I drop down and get my 50-cal desert eagle on (boom!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Go , by - Nelly. Song from the album Brass Knuckles, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп