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 sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright)
Passadity city, with one or two throws
I draft '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 b**** got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin' shit 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 poppin' tonite?
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****
Money long, n****
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, n****
Some say I'm wrong, but f*** it I'm grown, n****
If you ain't bout money then best be gone, n****
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**** 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 getting' 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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