Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Nelly, artist - Nelly. Date of issue: 24.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Nelly |
| They said a country boy, came through and then — changed the game |
| If you what you got ain’t hot then — check your flame |
| If what you spittin ain’t hittin then — check your aim |
| Your record sales start to slip and then — Nelly to blame |
| Now who you know come through first time on the scene |
| No set-ups, no guest appearances in between |
| Ride like a nigga drinkin gasoline |
| I keep it hot, like my dirty down in New Orleans |
| The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring |
| Whether you sparkle or you bling, don’t matter same thing |
| Thug drinkin mo', but Don the King |
| I’m gettin pissy, with Tissy, Missy and Irene |
| Real close friends that like to try things |
| Me and my dirties we like to buy things |
| Fuck around and give me a license to fly things |
| Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like |
| Skurrrrt, oh! |
| (Gon'break it down) |
| Oh Nelly! |
| (Gon'change that game around) |
| And I bet (y'all really gon’hate him now) |
| Why don’t you come ride with me? |
| Oooh-wee! |
| First name Nelly, last name Nel |
| First letter C, last letter L Six hundred fly by, what the hell? |
| V-12 full detail, sittin on Sprewell’s |
| Who in? |
| Can’t tell, too much tint |
| But why the radio so loud? |
| Too much spent |
| Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint' |
| Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I. |
| Head for my residency, lovin my presidency |
| I do it like you never did see |
| Shady to them niggaz that’s shadin me Givin back to the ones that gave to me Bought a Caddy for the man that created me (who?) |
| My daddy, call him Big Nelly (ooh!) |
| Pimp juice flowin through that bloodline cuz |
| Huh, see what it does? |
| Yeah, you feel the buzz, like |
| One mo’time! |
| N, E, dash L-L-Y |
| If you didn’t like me then, gon’hate me now |
| Me and Murph’fogged out in the buggy I With the, suction doors, two bad-ass whores |
| Holla at Yo, cause I need that custom made |
| Waves, fresh fade, brand new Band-Aid |
| Skurrrt, them boys ain’t playin around |
| unless it’s in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch |
| Never tic-tac-toe, there’s too many of those |
| I need a Rocky Dennis face — uhh, knowhatImean? |
| Then I’m good to roll; |
| hey, out of control |
| New motto — never fuck the same hoe! |
| Tryin to catch Bilt, four 'more to go From the bed to the flo', jackrabbit too pro |
| Knock 'em out, wake baby girl to let her know |
| Yo — you can’t even stay here tonight, f’real, I’m sorry |
| Y’know, cuz, my security they gon’be knockin on the door in a minute |
| and, if you ain’t out ma it’s, it’s it’s gon’be violence |
| Um, yeah, f’sure, nothin personal, fo’sho' |
| Uh uh, uh, you come ride with me Uh, uh uh, uh you come ride with me Skurrrrrt! |
| Uh uh, uh, uh you come ride with me Uh uh, uh, uh, uh uh |