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If I Was Your Man - Joe歌词
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    Nelly - Grand Hang Out

    (Feat. Fat Joe, Young Tru & Remy Martin)





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out





    Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!

    Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang

    Ice drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rain

    My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame

    Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game

    My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King

    A Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse James

    The CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell Haynes

    Mean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dame

    I'm like uh-oh, there he go-oh

    A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo

    Slippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-po

    He blazin that fire behind the {?} they don't know-oh

    Whoo! I'm really thinkin of changin my name to Krispy Kreme

    I'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean

    I'm paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreams

    My money gettin stronger like it's takin Creatine





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out



    Uhh, uhh, uhh





    My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+

    We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki's

    Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores

    Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors

    Some'n like McDonald's when I move in packs

    Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's

    House longer than I-70, arise ten stories

    And I still +Rob+ niggaz just like Horry

    Everybody hate on Young Tru boy

    Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire

    Rap phenomenon - soon as the album drop

    artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan

    Derrty this, Derrty that, guess I'm a Derrty cat

    Sellin niggaz some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies back

    Plumber of the game, that flood the state

    In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates {*echoes*}





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out



    Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!





    Yeah.. they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crime

    They dyin cause we street, keep heat, and keep firin

    Y'all know, top of the world's my motto (uhh)

    Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model (uhh)

    All I wanted in life is to be a soldier

    Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga

    Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals

    You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you

    High definition to any form of telecast

    Me and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash

    All I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams"

    And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (biatch!)

    And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be

    Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me

    Y'all see the T.S. we shinin, come to the B-X we grindin

    Y'all wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out



    Uhh.. uhh, ladies!





    We like, fuck, that; I need a stack

    And like, forty-nine to go with that

    I'm quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wack

    The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back

    See I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"

    Since he frontin like it's nothin, let a grand hang out

    Fuck a handout, I been gettin {?} since way back

    Can't wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach

    You lyin, you claim you buyin but you rentin and leasin

    If you pimpin and niggaz spendin, where's the paper you seein?

    Stop stallin, I'm ballin, call me Sheryl Swoops

    Can't stand the backseat driver, that's why I cop the Coupe

    Yeah, I been testin law with the darkest tints

    So explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!)

    I'm like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh)

    Oh God, it's Remy Martin!





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out

  • Nelly - Grand Hang Out

    (Feat. Fat Joe, Young Tru & Remy Martin)



    [Chorus: Nelly]

    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out





    Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!

    Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang

    Ice drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rain

    My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame

    Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game

    My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King

    A Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse James

    The CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell Haynes

    Mean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dame

    I'm like uh-oh, there he go-oh

    A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo

    Slippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-po

    He blazin that fire behind the {?} they don't know-oh

    Whoo! I'm really thinkin of changin my name to Krispy Kreme

    I'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean

    I'm paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreams

    My money gettin stronger like it's takin Creatine





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out



    Uhh, uhh, uhh



    [Young Tru]

    My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+

    We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki's

    Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores

    Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors

    Some'n like McDonald's when I move in packs

    Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's

    House longer than I-70, arise ten stories

    And I still +Rob+ niggaz just like Horry

    Everybody hate on Young Tru boy

    Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire

    Rap phenomenon - soon as the album drop

    artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan

    Derrty this, Derrty that, guess I'm a Derrty cat

    Sellin niggaz some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies back

    Plumber of the game, that flood the state

    In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates {*echoes*}





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out



    Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!



    [Fat Joe]

    Yeah.. they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crime

    They dyin cause we street, keep heat, and keep firin

    Y'all know, top of the world's my motto (uhh)

    Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model (uhh)

    All I wanted in life is to be a soldier

    Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga

    Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals

    You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you

    High definition to any form of telecast

    Me and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash

    All I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams"

    And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (biatch!)

    And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be

    Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me

    Y'all see the T.S. we shinin, come to the B-X we grindin

    Y'all wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin





    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out



    Uhh.. uhh, ladies!



    [Remy Martin]

    We like, fuck, that; I need a stack

    And like, forty-nine to go with that

    I'm quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wack

    The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back

    See I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"

    Since he frontin like it's nothin, let a grand hang out

    Fuck a handout, I been gettin {?} since way back

    Can't wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach

    You lyin, you claim you buyin but you rentin and leasin

    If you pimpin and niggaz spendin, where's the paper you seein?

    Stop stallin, I'm ballin, call me Sheryl Swoops

    Can't stand the backseat driver, that's why I cop the Coupe

    Yeah, I been testin law with the darkest tints

    So explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!)

    I'm like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh)

    Oh God, it's Remy Martin!



    [Chorus - repeat to fade]

    I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars

    Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em

    Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know

    That I know that you a liar liar liar liar

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out

    Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out

    If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out

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