| That motherfucker was horrific
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| Yes it was, yes it was
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| Okay, I was
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| Sittin on my hill, countin my dough
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| Million-two, million-three, million-four
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| Five million, six million, seven million more
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| Then I heard a knock knock, who’s there?
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| It’s yo' friendly neighborhood cat
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| Leaning in that Modena Spider, man
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| So beware, come take a look up in the sky
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| You can’t lie, I know you feel it when it
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| I used to live in cellars, I used to coc' a sellah
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| Two hundred million fella, call me a fo’tune tella
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| Tryin to get over Eazy, like they was Jerry Heller
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| I never want to jail-ah, cause I’m too slick a fella
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| Seen me on wheels befo', man you should see me now
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| It might be hard though, because I sit too high
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| I sit up on the hill, but I’m still down to earth
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| I’m like the Rams man I’m at the best when on my turf
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| You watch your girl flirt, you watch your girl tease
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| You think your girl want cheese? |
| Then check your girl knees
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| You need to check her needs, befo' I check 'em for ya
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| Cause once I check her needs, she won’t be checkin for ya
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| You hear a KNOCK KNOCK, who is it that’s, payin a visit
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| She’s, goin ballistic while he’s, sippin on her Mystic
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| Whoa, it’s the exquisite one named Mo, or short for Moses
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| I think I’ll go back to countin my money now
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| Say I don’t come to the hood, what do the fuck they know?
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| Who else drivin that Bentley, out there in front of Wohl’s
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| Sittin out in front of Tandy, I got my phone handy
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| Give me the numbers I’mma call 'em, you been missin for 'em
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| I’m buyin bikes for tykes, the V some uniforms
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| While they just rap about we fo' sho' fo' kids and show 'em
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| At elementary schools, the day of show and tell
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| We didn’t come to show, mo' like we came to tell
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| Tell 'em how to keep it strong, on how to keep it tight
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| To tell they right from wrong, to turn your wrong right
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| Watch all they words and actions, thoughts companies and habits
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| Leave them tricks for rabbits, that greed for the savage
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| And you can make it happen, if you just don’t give up
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| I guarantee that you can be that anything you want
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| Give 'em that real talk, show 'em that real walk
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| And maybe one day you can be like me, somewhurr
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| KNOCK KNOCK |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spida Man , by - Nelly. Song from the album Sweat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп