For My

[Intro] Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin', did ya? All the way from the N.O to S.T.L Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne [Verse 1: Nelly] Now on the scale of one to ten, I been rated, a 12 (right!) You know this and these cats hate it I got nothin' outdated, if it is it's upgraded S-Class with everything voice-activated Chrome rim three-bladed, factory custom made it Paid with big faces, if it's broke then replace it Now it's like that, purple haze and cognac On the beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin' my back [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] I represent them street niggas When they get hot, carry the heat niggas Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas You livin' on the edge Fleet nigga That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes Ready to represent the 'Grove with two Calico's I carry 4's in my side pocket While yours cockin' nigga mine poppin' Walk through your house with my iron knockin' [Chorus: Nelly] I'm doing this one for my niggas who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches with the style and grace Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the bitch in their face I'm doing this one for my niggas who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches with the style and grace Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the bitch in their face [Verse 3: Nelly] I ain't bullshittin', I trick 'em and run up in their kitty If she ain't a nine or better, my niggas then I'm splittin' Get a code-red, hop in the Jag and fled Bumpin' N.O.R.E number six, "Bitch give me some head" And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot 'Bout ta tell ya the truth I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou' [Chorus: Nelly] I'm doing this one for my niggas who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches with the style and grace Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the bitch in their face I'm doing this one for my niggas who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches with the style and grace Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the bitch in their face [Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] I ain't no busta nigga Came up out that Hollygrove dungeon, nigga Flame up and toast let it get sparkin' up in here You don't make it out alive very often up in here I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna I'm a sweep off ya Ave if its any beef partna I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers Weezy-Wee partna [Verse 5: Nelly] Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know If you was the Jackie Frost why didn't you say so Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week Freeza burnt out the piece Gucci and hat sweet Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks [Chorus: Nelly] I'm doing this one for my niggas who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches with the style and grace Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the bitch in their face I'm doing this one for my niggas who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches with the style and grace Who ain't hear nothin' talkin' but the bitch in their face I'm doing this one for my niggas [Outro: Nelly] Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha We know ya didn't see that one comin' Uh, uh E.I Uh, uh wodie