Lirik Lagu No - Ali F/ Nelly, Kyjuan, Murphy Lee
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Yo, All the fans we love yallwe gon make one fo the haters like fuck that
(Ali)Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilionbelow in the celing wood with wheel onWith a flyin bitch some old gangsta shitFlat screen dvds smoking stank and shitAint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shitTop down air forces white tank and shitAint nothing soft on boy stop thankin itI got a trophy at the playa ball banquetThis bank I getStyle we all that to the back we all that to the backRed or blue new wall capPause that bull shit you talking boutBefore the people start walkin outIf you please we succeed regardlessShine the hardest and I'll sign an artistLongevity like the BeeGee'sPlease be awarre we don't carreDo you like us?
(Chorus)No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh ohbe back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flocause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just saidNo, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh ohbe back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flocause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said no
(Murphy Lee)1993 creation for steps of born leezysWrote rhymes in class, bored by teachersChurch only on easter, ignore the preacherDo the grown up at school right unda the bleachersA wild little bity doin lunatic rulesTo this day they be like "Lunatic Rules"I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt itYou cats stay in the back doin too much frontinSee you hatas like to take risk sonofabitchI really disc jockeys at home jockin my discI'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shitSchool boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway richI'm gon run niggas out of townNaw fuck yall hatas I'm gon chill til they run out of crownRoyal, Blue Jack right at the doorAy yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here?
(Chorus)
(Kyjuan)Swervin excursion limited fo 12'sFo amps don't know what my limit isIve been packin 22's like Emmitt didI've been po before +No+ what a +Limit+ isNew engine new paint aint them d's spinninLove rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love womenSpinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limitsDrom tops cuttys on 4'sNo love fo hoesChange them like clothesHit em like switches then I pass them onWe all know dats how the game should goWe all know most of us love the same hoesLike Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barberOver there on the utha side of College EncartaFor starters I know both yall smashI didn't get no ass so I had to askShe said...
(Chorus)
(Nelly)I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town?Check the paper weather say temperature goin downYep that's him he come to make his roundsTell him how it feel ten mill skin foundBeta not continue I can show you howFrank Mill aww he done flood it wit roundsDon't know what to call me I can think of some nounsMr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free CityMy g's getting depp like P. DiddyI'm feelin like B round looking for my WhitneyHeel I'd take a Cidney if the stash is rightCocked fo legged and her pants is tightIt aint got to be fo eva it can be fo tonightFirst class flight to NellyvilleSo how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rugDrinkin criss out a mug, Part boughee, Part Thug, call me Bug Ok?(Chorus)
Uh OhNorth side one time let me herre ya.... Uh OhSouth side one time let me herre ya.... Uh OhEast side on time let me herre ya.... Uh OhWest side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
That's why man yo breath smell like shitIf yo momma breath smelled like that niggashe libel to kill some motherfuckerMan if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's doit look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'headNigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin
(Ali)Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilionbelow in the celing wood with wheel onWith a flyin bitch some old gangsta shitFlat screen dvds smoking stank and shitAint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shitTop down air forces white tank and shitAint nothing soft on boy stop thankin itI got a trophy at the playa ball banquetThis bank I getStyle we all that to the back we all that to the backRed or blue new wall capPause that bull shit you talking boutBefore the people start walkin outIf you please we succeed regardlessShine the hardest and I'll sign an artistLongevity like the BeeGee'sPlease be awarre we don't carreDo you like us?
(Chorus)No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh ohbe back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flocause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just saidNo, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh ohbe back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flocause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said no
(Murphy Lee)1993 creation for steps of born leezysWrote rhymes in class, bored by teachersChurch only on easter, ignore the preacherDo the grown up at school right unda the bleachersA wild little bity doin lunatic rulesTo this day they be like "Lunatic Rules"I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt itYou cats stay in the back doin too much frontinSee you hatas like to take risk sonofabitchI really disc jockeys at home jockin my discI'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shitSchool boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway richI'm gon run niggas out of townNaw fuck yall hatas I'm gon chill til they run out of crownRoyal, Blue Jack right at the doorAy yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here?
(Chorus)
(Kyjuan)Swervin excursion limited fo 12'sFo amps don't know what my limit isIve been packin 22's like Emmitt didI've been po before +No+ what a +Limit+ isNew engine new paint aint them d's spinninLove rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love womenSpinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limitsDrom tops cuttys on 4'sNo love fo hoesChange them like clothesHit em like switches then I pass them onWe all know dats how the game should goWe all know most of us love the same hoesLike Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barberOver there on the utha side of College EncartaFor starters I know both yall smashI didn't get no ass so I had to askShe said...
(Chorus)
(Nelly)I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town?Check the paper weather say temperature goin downYep that's him he come to make his roundsTell him how it feel ten mill skin foundBeta not continue I can show you howFrank Mill aww he done flood it wit roundsDon't know what to call me I can think of some nounsMr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free CityMy g's getting depp like P. DiddyI'm feelin like B round looking for my WhitneyHeel I'd take a Cidney if the stash is rightCocked fo legged and her pants is tightIt aint got to be fo eva it can be fo tonightFirst class flight to NellyvilleSo how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rugDrinkin criss out a mug, Part boughee, Part Thug, call me Bug Ok?(Chorus)
Uh OhNorth side one time let me herre ya.... Uh OhSouth side one time let me herre ya.... Uh OhEast side on time let me herre ya.... Uh OhWest side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
That's why man yo breath smell like shitIf yo momma breath smelled like that niggashe libel to kill some motherfuckerMan if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's doit look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'headNigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin
