Down Down Baby Nelly Lyrics

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Down Down Baby Nelly Lyrics. I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover (Come on!) Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (Hot Sit) Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound.

Down Down Baby Nelly Lyrics

Hot Sit (Hot Sit)

Mmmmm, I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Sit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Mmmmm, you can find me in St. Louis rolling on dubs
Smoking on dubs in clubs, blowing up like Cocoa Puffs
Sipping Bud’, getting perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs and it’s
All because accumulated enough scratch just to
Navigate it, wood decorated on chrome and it’s
Candy painted, fans fainting while I’m entertaining
Wild, ain’t it? How me and money get acquainted
I hang with Hannibal Lecter (Hot sit!)
So feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud (What?), I’m from the Lou’ and I’m proud
Run a mile for the ’cause, I’m righteous, above the law
Player my style’s raw, I’m Born to Mack, like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D’s with a rubber hammer
My grammar be’s Ebonics, gin, tonic, and chronic
Fk Bionic, it’s ironic, slamming n^^as like Onyx
Lunatics till the day I die
And I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics

I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Sit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Who say pretty boys can’t be
Wild n^^as, loud n^^as, O.K. Corral nas
Foul n^^as, run in the club and bust in the crowd, n^^a
“How n^^a?”
Ask me again and it’s going down, n^^a
Now n^^a, come to the circus and watch me clown, n^^a
Pound n^^as, what you be giving when I’m around n^^a
Frown n^^as, talking that sit when I leave the town, n^^a
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now?
Hey, I’m ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules, boo, and you gon’ stay high
May I answer your Third Question like A.I
Say hi, to my n^^as left in the slamma
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee n^^as, to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my n^^as with “Country Grammar”
Smoking blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mil’, like I’m Hammer

I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Sit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Let’s show these cats to make these
Millions so you n^^as quit acting silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy, mon, talking really and I need it mon
Flows, I kick ’em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holler at Beenie Man
See me, mon, chiefin’, rollin’ deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
With nice n^^as, sheist n^^as who snatch yo’ life, n^^as
Trife n^^as who produce and sell the same beat twice, n^^a
(Hot sit!) Ice, n^^as, all over, close to never sober
From broke to having brokers, my price-range is Rover
Now I’m knocking like Jehovah; let me in now, let me in now
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, let me in now
Spend now, I got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10’s now
I win now (Woo!), fkng le^^ian twins now
Seeing now, through the pen I make my ends now

I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Sit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, coked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

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