River Don't Runnn

[Introduction: Stephen Marley]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right down

Right down, light on, right down

[Hook: Nelly]

They say, walk down the river

'Cause the river don't run

Same thing makes you laugh, makes you cry

That's why what goes around comes around, my son

They say, walk down the river

'Cause the river don't run

Same thing makes you laugh, makes you cry, come on

Plus I got the rocks, them yellow diamonds and that bling

[Verse 1: Nelly]

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah

And, I've got two twin Cutlass's interior gatored

I call them Now and Later's 'cause they're candy flavoured

You see, I drive one now and drive the other one later

Shit, it's the new Fresh Prince and all I'm missing is Jada

I've got a hard drive, all I'm missing is data

Please give my number to your sister, I've been missing a dater

I hate to hate a hater, in fact I hate to hate

Hating is hating, you should never hate, congratulate

Look here, my attitude is such that you may never know my mind

I know just what I'm thinking if I don't want you inside

Yeah, inside my mental, I know you meant well

I'm Out Of Time and out of Training Days like Denzel

Never the gangster type, more like a hustler, man

I fuck them ones up out them Playboy books and Hustler, man

Honeys and Black Tails, the King magazines

The Maxim or the Eye Candy, Jet Beauty Queens

[Hook: Nelly]

[Verse 2: Nelly]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a spit it 'til I really can't spit it no more

Nothing's changed, cell phone's still three-one-four

No, the Derrty ain't moved to near East, West coast

I'm a Midwest swinger 'cause they love me the most

Some like me humble, others like me to boast

Please, my whole life is alphabets and numbers

I take a G4, land to that H2 Hummer

Leave at seven-forty-five in LA for the summer

I've got the worldwide sale to check the e-mail

Plus, 401K plan in A-T-L

Got eight females, I see them all from eight to twelve

The only player who can ball without his A.C.L

Who may not be original but still a don-dada

I'm gon' take this beat and flip it, I'm gon' make it hotter

You go ahead and take your plane and I'm gon' take the chopper

I'm tired of niggers' fronting like they're top gun shotters' (hey)

[Hook: Nelly]

[Bridge: Stephen Marley]

Not come running over, Jah-Jah shine his light

Blessed is the day, sacred is the night

Wrong wishers beware now that I am here

Hey, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lord

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Lord

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]

Shoot, they thought a Derrty wouldn't make it this far

Now I'm supporting my family, they liking who I are

Schoolboy's a hard worker, they consider him a star

I guess that's why they look at us as if we're from Mars

Singin-a-ling, I deal with bars like weight trainers

Hustling's got me bigger like weight gainers

Always remain a Saint Louis entertainer

My women love me later, how could a hater blame her

Shoot, I'm just that dude that kicks bars for a living

Get rich and trick, collect cars for a living

Houses on hills, with great lakes in the back

Bowling alleys in basements, beds bigger than Shaq's

Damn, look at the leather in that old school 'Llac

They be doo-doo green, I wonder who would do that

The original rude dude, considered too cool

Probably know me from touching your booty at school

[Hook: Nelly]