Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tho Dem Wrappas, artist - Nelly.
Date of issue: 26.06.2000
Song language: English
Tho Dem Wrappas |
I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan |
With the best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don’t want none |
Partna I gather up and leavin' heads swollen up |
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up |
Hold up, with the Budda thumpin' niggas outa |
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder |
I told ya, 'tics live for the street life |
Eat right, fuck good, And reffer thru the pipe |
And give me head all night |
And if its some beef, I pumpin' lead on sight |
Until they deceased, I took ya head off right |
I live in the beast |
Nigga, where the Feds, play sheist |
I still floss ice, keep it tight |
Every time, call me the Black Liberace when I’m playing mine |
Thats how I flow when I gotta get mine, anyway it go |
Whether it be rapping or with the four four |
Let’s make a million |
Keep it real for triple-0 |
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro |
Fuck a bitch and some clothes |
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows |
And get the dough |
Let’s make a million |
Keep it real for triple-0 |
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro |
Fuck a bitch and some clothes |
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows |
And get the dough |
My nigga, I can make a million |
Blind-folded, with no shows |
Using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer |
And folk O’s |
Gimmie low does and a connect, that neva closed |
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos |
Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome |
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on |
I leave that before its gone |
'Fore they even bring it home |
Matta fact, I’ll tell you what’s in the back, its all gone |
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in |
Match it leather car seat, in case my son get in |
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend |
Play Station just in case a nigga think he can win |
Let’s make a million |
Keep it real for triple-0 |
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro |
Fuck a bitch and some clothes |
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows |
And get the dough |
Let’s make a million |
Keep it real for triple-0 |
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro |
Fuck a bitch and some clothes |
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows |
And get the dough |
I gotta make a million |
Gotta get myself a million |
Gonna turn that into a billion |
If not, then I just won’t die |
I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air |
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares |
I gettin' stares from down bitches, thats eatin' alone |
West missies, 1−2-3−4 or 5 bottles of Cris’s |
On the table, arms the strong ripp off the label |
No more shows for free, I’m pay per view like cable |
They all screamin' my name, different shades and race |
Take them all backstage and lett’em plead they case |
Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place |
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face |
They threw the weak plan B |
Says who? |
Says me |
Then whats plan A, 'cause plan B is a BOMB case |
Let’s make a million |
Keep it real for triple-0 |
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro |
Fuck a bitch and some clothes |
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows |
And get the dough |
Let’s make a million |
Keep it real for triple-0 |
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro |
Fuck a bitch and some clothes |
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows |
And get the dough |
I gotta make a million |
Gotta get myself a million |
Gonna turn that into a billion |
If not, then I just won’t die |
All my Midwest niggas tryin' to make a meal |
Tho dem wrappas |
(And the Dough-O) |
All my Dirty South niggas tryin' to make a meal |
Tho dem wrappas |
(And the Dough-O) |
All my West Coast niggas tryin' to make a meal |
Tho dem wrappas |
(And the Dough-O) |
All my East Coast niggas tryin' to make a meal |
Tho dem wrappas |
(And the Dough-O) |