Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Nelly - Dem boyz feat. st. lunatics ------------------------------------------ [Hook] Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back I hear dem boyz comeīn dirty Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boyz comeīn(repeat 4xīs) [Verse 1: Nelly] Who am I you ask me you know itīs bout that grammar From any state it donīt matter, from here to Montana From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna They holdīn up they banners, and runīn wit they cameras Can I get a flick you damn right miss (Can I take a hit) here boo like this Chronic sticky like gum, I guess thatīs how it comes Donīt worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh) When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer this year Iīm more blunter More up close and personal, itīs just gon get worser now From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile Canīt worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths I realize they canīt help it, just stay where you bowīn down Some more you canīt get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town [Hook] [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man Murp jersey on backwards wit olī school Timīs and Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp Nelly chain so long got him walkīn wit a limp Ali is throwīn money in the front row And erī body screamīn Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course We be them up, close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be robīn them purses But I aint Iīm the yung dude I be rhymeīn them verses Worked hard since ī93 thatīs how I got signed to Universal Now the girlies take they thongs off And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off I be that pull up right beside you beatīn bad type of Tic Iīm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic Lunatic, thatīs what I am thatīs what I said I am Iīm tryīn to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am [Verse 3: Kyjuan] Itīs dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces readīn Sources My choice is olī schoolīs over dem Rolls Royceīs Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard Ohh wee oh Lord, she donīt want no more Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4 Smokes 1 44, what dem oīs go for (Like oh) 350 1 more, 350 stickīn the floor brand new bizare smashes, g īs and cīs all in my glasses Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches Imagine, me without those two headbands Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants Feelīn dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie Cutlass candies sit down you know you canīt stand me [Hook] [Verse 4: Ali] Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross Thatīs that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes 5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh) Thatīs what they say when I pull up on dīs in that old Dr.J Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races Headīn back places but it still seem racist Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that īll take the wall off Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag Fitted still switchīn two different shoes starchy wit tags [Hook]