Hard In Da Paint

[Boy]

This a Nitti beat!

[Chorus: Ali & Gipp (Nelly)]

When I pull up in the club

I'm goin hard in the paint

(I'm goin) hard in the paint

(I'm goin) hard in the paint

And when I step up in the 'morn

I'm goin hard in the paint

(I'm goin) hard in the paint

(I'm goin) hard in the paint

And when I creep up out the club

They say that's not right

(ya see they say) that's not right

(ya see they say) that's not right

And when I leave up out the 'morn

They say that's not right

(ya see they say) that's not right

(ya see they say) that's not right

[Hook: Nelly (girl)]

I betcha bikes ain't louda than mine

(tell 'em daddy)

I betcha rims ain't higher than mine

(tell 'em daddy)

I betcha pockets ain't fatter than mine

(tell 'em daddy)

I betcha chick ain't as bad as mine

(kill 'em daddy)

(Verse 1: Gipp)

Shorty Scripe Young Scripe

Even Gipp got 4

Krispy kreme in the paint

Chrome on the toes

Stoufers out the AC, 4-5 Doors and I

Never leave the club less it's 4-5...(That's right)

Money hungry hustlers

Real-estate investers

Get the fuckin friend

Like he'll never be a customer

Dougy fresh clean

On the scene chokin' Irene

We don't do relationships

We'd rather have a Plain

My jeans and my shoes worth

More than your green

40-thousand in the car

Keep 'em closer at hand

Watch the stone in my ear

Make the hoes go "Dang!"

And the women love me

Cuz they know who I am

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nelly (Jermaine Dupri)]

I'm gettin high in my

Damned DeVille

Creepin' slow on up that hill

Get to the top to stun 'em J

We ride 'em down to Smash Hill

Look at ma now this the deal

While I go deep like Navy Seals

Then I like to Dissapurre

Like I'm David Copperfield

Man, Please, I'm 1 of the realist in rap!

Thats right if I could I'd go broke

When I'm 1 of 5 stats

If you didn't well now you know

Just Cock it back and let it Go

My muscle cars is so strong

The liscense say "BOWCO"

Ya get it? my liscense plate

Reads, "BOWCO"

(Damn! His liscense plate Read BOWCO)

Home-town rider

St. louis Resider

Dig in my Backyard you might just find a geyser

Garage look like priza

Motors I ain't Jokin'

Check my Chick she smokin'

She sick with it from

St. Louis to Oakland

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ali]

It's not a game

But I'ma still play in the streets

Ball hard 'till I fall

Seven days of the week

On monday I'ma get up

And turn down the mall

Chick with some dantley

Puffy booty look small

On Tuesday I'ma Fall throught Paul's Shop

Drop 100 putin' shoes on Armor drop

Wednesday I'ma go to the Jewelry sstore

Thursday it's back to the Jewelry store once more

Friday I'ma G-4 to the westcoast

Hook up with an essay

Come back with the best Smokes

Saturday I like to down

Sunday I coupe to the City

With my 4-15 for

B-B-B- beatin' at Nitti

[Chorus]

[Hook]