Testi Soundtracks :: A

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 sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)

Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright)

Passadity ?? 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 shit about the 'tics?"

Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit

But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this

Should we apologize? Nah fuck '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, nigga

Money long, nigga

Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga

Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga

If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga

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 bitch 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)