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St Lunatics - Here We Come



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Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
  Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
  Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
  And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
  But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
  Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?
  Nah no doubt though aight?
  
  (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
  (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh
  
  [Nelly]
  You know I, spend hot shit when need be
  Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
  If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
  Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
  That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy
  I spit game like that, I get brains like that
  Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that
  If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
  I can only get low and I never fumble
  Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
  So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home
  I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
  She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
  You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all
  Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call
  And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall
  So
  
  [Chorus]
  (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
  (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be
  Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
  Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
  Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
  Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
  Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
  Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
  Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
  Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
  
  [Nelly]
  I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike
  Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight
  Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike
  Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight
  Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
  Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
  Swore up and down you never did this before..
  Whatever just go slow
  Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
  The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like
  He think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee
  Running through his veins like an IV, highspeed
  Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D.
  Better catch me now while my price is low
  Demandin five digits when the Lunatics blow
  Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Nelly]
  You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends
  Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
  Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that
  When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
  Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin
  about a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her
  I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter
  My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
  I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner
  Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor
  Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her
  SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner
  I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)
  Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
  The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter
  I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [repeated until the end]
  Here we come y'all, here we come
  




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