E.I. (Radio Edit)

歌手:Nelly
所属专辑：The Best Of Nelly
歌曲:E.I. (Radio Edit) mp3
E.I. (Radio Edit) Nelly歌词
歌词出处:5nd音乐网http://www.5nd.com/ting/333518.html
ace!
Uh. uh uh uh uh
Uh. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh.
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics. is yall ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Im a sucka for corn rows
and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and
Parasucos (alright)
Passedeena ?? city, with
one or two throws
Im draftin em outta high
school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you
make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low
to the flo, and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I bust
a ryhme, baby Gimme Some Mo
You say you like that,
when I hit it from behind
And Ill be right back;
yeah thats my very next line
I use it - time after
time, when Im speakin my mind
Its no matter if Im shootin
game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, Who dat is,
talkin that shit about the tics?
Somebody probably jealous
cause they bitch got hit
But aint nobody else
droppin shit like this
Should we apologize?
Nah fuck em, just leave em pissed, HEY!
Chorus: repeat 2X
undualate unduate mama, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Whats
poppin tonight
undualate undualate mama, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If
the head right, Nelly there every night
We can gamble to the
break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to
tug at the thong, nigga
Some say Im wrong, but
fuck it Im grown, nigga
If you aint bout money
then best be gone, nigga
Im flashy OH! double
takes when you walk past me
Nasty, dont be scared
boo, go head and ask me
I drive fastly, call
me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with
the naviga-tion
See the blunt blaz-on,
somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin
up, half black and asi-an
Another one pag-in, tellin
me to come home
Her husband on vacation
and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers;
weight loss, powers
From Phat Farm to Iceberg
Slim in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers
just to hit the 3 hours
Get the bitch up out
the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!
Chorus
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a
whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a
gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a hos mouth,
I aint picky
Start frontin when the
shows out - whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they
roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me
Big faces when they fold
ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?
Dont make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when
the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and Ky gettin solid
like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty,
Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped
wrists like mummies
If you compare me to
your local grocery
Then youll see I got
more carrots than Aisle D
More bread than Aisle
G, then bag and scan me
Sure like Al B, meet
the tics in Maui, HEY!
Chorus
St. Louis yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up
above yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal yall, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin
chillin with the crew yall