Nelly – E.i. lyrics

Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is y’all ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
[nelly]
I’ma s**a for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and parasuco’s (alright)
Pa**adity ?? city, with one or two throws
I’m droppin ’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 +busta rhyme+, baby “gimme some mo'”
You say you like that, when i hit it from behind
And i’ll be right back; yeah that’s my very next line
I use it – time after time, when i’m speakin my mind
It’s no matter if i’m shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, “who dat is, talkin that sh** about the ‘tics?”
Somebody probably jealous cause they b**h got hit
But ain’t nobody else droppin sh** like this
Should we apologize? nah f** ’em, just leave ’em pissed, hey!
Chorus: repeat 2x
Andele andele mami, e.i. e.i.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! what’s happenin now?
Andele andele mami, e.i. e.i.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! if the head right, nelly there ery’night
[nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, n***a
Money long, n***a
Pa** up the skirt to talk to the thong, n***a
Some say i’m wrong, but f** it i’m grown, n***a
If you ain’t bout money then best be gone, n***a
I’m fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don’t 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 joint 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 p hours
Kicked the b**h up out the room cause she used the word ours, hey!
Chorus
[nelly]
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 ho’s mouth, i ain’t 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?
Don’t make me pull that fo’-fo’ ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then i slide up in the escalade
Me and e gettin solid like the ice capades
And me and heezy – frosty, project mo’ wrapped up than bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you’ll see i got more carrots/karats than “aisle d”
More bread than “aisle g”, then bag and scan me
+sure+ like +al b.+, meet the ‘tics in maui, hey!
Chorus
[nelly]
St. louis y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, uncle phil up above y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y’all
Chorus (to fade + ad libs)

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