Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Let 'Em C U Sweat, artist - Nelly. Date of issue: 26.06.2000
Song language: English
Never Let 'Em C U Sweat |
| Yeah, gangsta |
| What, that gangsta |
| Yeah, that gangsta |
| Lunatics, E. I |
| I was forced to live in a crazy life |
| Y’all niggas don’t understand what a day be like |
| Got a son, no, my Pop’s didn’t raise me right |
| When Hennedy don’t pay me right, no baby wipes |
| Grip the 3−80 tight Mercedes-like |
| On a shady night, y’all niggas is ladylike |
| Roll with niggas that’ll watch your arm |
| Run in your crib pop your mom |
| Like 'bitch where the stocks and bonds?' |
| In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm |
| Tell a nigga I’m like flex I drop the bomb |
| You come to war with a switchblade, get laid |
| Nigga I’ma spit the gauge at your rib cage |
| We thugged out, y’all niggas is bitch made |
| You pick Jay they North white the shit grade |
| Your customers mad ready to let the clips spray |
| Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days |
| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy |
| Speed stickin' me and mine |
| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy |
| Speed stickin' me and mine |
| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| I’m second to none nigga, yo this is lead in my gun |
| Pull this trigger shit off the window through the head of your son |
| I’ve been runnin' like 20 miles, I ain’t sweatin' for fun |
| Yo it’s hard to be a team when the second is one |
| 'Cause I follow very, wanna wife like Halle Berry |
| Yeah I ain’t tryna be locked up under consolitary |
| How you gon' stop a nigga unstoppable? |
| How you gon' pop a nigga that pop for you? |
| Hushed out in the drop top, aqua blue |
| Get the bitch screamin', «please, please, not my boo» |
| My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook |
| You know the name, switch up the game like Garth Brooks |
| Like ten cars from Tahoe’s to Windstars |
| I been hard through hell better sing God |
| Diminish, I’m a bulldog, breathing British |
| You ain’t psycho 'cause you’re nice, it is all about your image |
| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy |
| Speed stickin' me and mine |
| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy |
| Speed stickin' me and mine |
| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| What, sitting on the bricks of the river front in Cutlasses |
| Check the ashtray that hold the blunts, we hustling |
| I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga, get muscular |
| Just in case you let your lips slip up, I’m bustin' ya |
| Never let em see you sweat, yeah, that’s my motto |
| Catch 'em in the club get wrecked with the bottle |
| The silence all behind his neck, the others follow |
| Show them you ain’t bullshittin' and you ain’t hollow |
| I saw you talkin' to that chick up over there |
| I heard you ask her why she is on my dick, yeah, yeah |
| I heard it all before you dig, next thing you tellin' me Nelly |
| I put that on my fuckin' kid, what you think this is? |
| I’m the reason they invented the whole navigational system |
| So niggas can’t find them trucks and they women when I’m with 'em |
| Like I catch 'em in linen and then I flip 'em and run up in 'em |
| Send her back to him and go to his house and blow him with her |
| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy |
| Speed stickin' me and mine |
| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy |
| Speed stickin' me and mine |
| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| Never let 'em see you sweat |
| Never let 'em |
| Never let 'em |
| To play this shit out nigga |
| How nigga |