Lirik Lagu Grand Hang Out - Nelly
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[Feat. Fat Joe, Remy Martin, Young Tru]
[Chorus: Nelly]I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these carsFrontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'emClaimin that you makin so much paper but I knowThat I know that you a liar liar liar liarLet a grand hang out, let a grand hang outDip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang outLet a grand hang out, let a grand hang outIf you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out
[Nelly]Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thangIce drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rainMy picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frameAin't a coach on the planet that can take me out the gameMy heart beats forever like my name was Eddie KingA Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse JamesThe CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell HaynesMean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dameI'm like uh-oh, there he go-ohA hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-MoSlippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-poHe blazin that fire behind the {?} they don't know-ohWhoo! I'm really thinkin of changin my name to Krispy KremeI'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I meanI'm paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreamsMy money gettin stronger like it's takin Creatine
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, uhh
[Young Tru]My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki'sCaterpillar pimp, that butterfly whoresLamborghini spreewells, butterfly doorsSome'n like McDonald's when I move in packsQuarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac'sHouse longer than I-70, arise ten storiesAnd I still +Rob+ niggaz just like HorryEverybody hate on Young Tru boyCause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fireRap phenomenon - soon as the album dropartists don't eat like the month of RamadanDerrty this, Derrty that, guess I'm a Derrty catSellin niggaz some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies backPlumber of the game, that flood the stateIn a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates {*echoes*}
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
[Fat Joe]Yeah.. they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crimeThey dyin cause we street, keep heat, and keep firinY'all know, top of the world's my motto (uhh)Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model (uhh)All I wanted in life is to be a soldierNow you can find me with chicks just doin yogaMeditation that Marley, the hydraulicalsYou heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire youHigh definition to any form of telecastMe and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cashAll I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams"And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (biatch!)And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs beCan't help it if the folks at MTV love meY'all see the T.S. we shinin, come to the B-X we grindinY'all wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Uhh.. uhh, ladies!
[Remy Martin]We like, fuck, that; I need a stackAnd like, forty-nine to go with thatI'm quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wackThe type to, cop the jersey, throw it backSee I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"Since he frontin like it's nothin, let a grand hang outFuck a handout, I been gettin {?} since way backCan't wait to see they faces when I drop the MaybachYou lyin, you claim you buyin but you rentin and leasinIf you pimpin and niggaz spendin, where's the paper you seein?Stop stallin, I'm ballin, call me Sheryl SwoopsCan't stand the backseat driver, that's why I cop the CoupeYeah, I been testin law with the darkest tintsSo explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!)I'm like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh)Oh God, it's Remy Martin!
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
[Chorus: Nelly]I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these carsFrontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'emClaimin that you makin so much paper but I knowThat I know that you a liar liar liar liarLet a grand hang out, let a grand hang outDip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang outLet a grand hang out, let a grand hang outIf you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out
[Nelly]Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thangIce drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rainMy picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frameAin't a coach on the planet that can take me out the gameMy heart beats forever like my name was Eddie KingA Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse JamesThe CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell HaynesMean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dameI'm like uh-oh, there he go-ohA hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-MoSlippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-poHe blazin that fire behind the {?} they don't know-ohWhoo! I'm really thinkin of changin my name to Krispy KremeI'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I meanI'm paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreamsMy money gettin stronger like it's takin Creatine
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, uhh
[Young Tru]My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki'sCaterpillar pimp, that butterfly whoresLamborghini spreewells, butterfly doorsSome'n like McDonald's when I move in packsQuarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac'sHouse longer than I-70, arise ten storiesAnd I still +Rob+ niggaz just like HorryEverybody hate on Young Tru boyCause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fireRap phenomenon - soon as the album dropartists don't eat like the month of RamadanDerrty this, Derrty that, guess I'm a Derrty catSellin niggaz some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies backPlumber of the game, that flood the stateIn a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates {*echoes*}
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
[Fat Joe]Yeah.. they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crimeThey dyin cause we street, keep heat, and keep firinY'all know, top of the world's my motto (uhh)Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model (uhh)All I wanted in life is to be a soldierNow you can find me with chicks just doin yogaMeditation that Marley, the hydraulicalsYou heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire youHigh definition to any form of telecastMe and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cashAll I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams"And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (biatch!)And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs beCan't help it if the folks at MTV love meY'all see the T.S. we shinin, come to the B-X we grindinY'all wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Uhh.. uhh, ladies!
[Remy Martin]We like, fuck, that; I need a stackAnd like, forty-nine to go with thatI'm quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wackThe type to, cop the jersey, throw it backSee I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"Since he frontin like it's nothin, let a grand hang outFuck a handout, I been gettin {?} since way backCan't wait to see they faces when I drop the MaybachYou lyin, you claim you buyin but you rentin and leasinIf you pimpin and niggaz spendin, where's the paper you seein?Stop stallin, I'm ballin, call me Sheryl SwoopsCan't stand the backseat driver, that's why I cop the CoupeYeah, I been testin law with the darkest tintsSo explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!)I'm like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh)Oh God, it's Remy Martin!
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
