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Nelly - American Dream lyrics
[Hook x2: Nelly] Yo it be I man, fuckin it up for errbody I can't lie man, they thought I was just gettin started Peep the pie man, its the american dream I'm just participatin, my participation is game [Nelly] I'm makin this one for the hotel, motel, Holiday Inns Super 8, Red and the Ritz Carltons All my niggaz that tryin to ball, my niggaz ballin All my soldiers and generals, errbody fall in Stop stallin, pick up the phone and call in Tell your boss you ain't gon make it to work in the mornin and while you explainin go head and throw a cough in and kindly explain that this won't happen often but I'm long and I'm amazed, I'm be willin then dazed I rage that niggaz think that derrty don't need a cage I should be put on display, for the display I'm displayin Half you niggaz is dyin and all the rest are decayin I'm doin tracks in hotels steady rockin girls bells Kinda like a young L residin in Nellyville I never squeal, not the type to kiss and tell but if I catch ya in the shower I might kiss ya tail [Hook x2: Nelly] Yo it be I man, fuckin it up for errbody I can't lie man, they thought I was just gettin started Peep the pie man, its the american dream I'm just participatin, my participation is game [Ali] Now as I bounced off, Kyweezy writin movies Slo done took that mask off Mo's the leader what do ya know, Murph run his ass off I got every whip, derrty even got a Nascar and you know we fucked up at his house Ayo my rain on weed, naps and Japanese Clap at g's, smack 'em back on they knees Drop on wack, simple facts that rap needs and its always Christ-a-mas and wrap trees and I got my game, I said I got my game from the OG's Smokin reefer, moonshine pumpin OD's Bought a old plain chain, yeah you know me shipped in from Cali got it home, cops'll know these Yo we smashed the summer We oughta recoup, call NASA to do the numbers All the friendship on the vocals started fire in the booth Got more whips and chains than amastad and russe [Kyjuan] Ali I'm sicka ballin, unnecessary phone callin Man down, pimp in distress I think I'm fallin For anything but the okey doke I'm old school like her and bones and nooky ropes I can't stand no groupie folks They want me to turn around like this is hokey poke They wanna bring me down like Irv before I choked I'm not a joke at all, I'm Quick-Draw-McGraw and number 20 on the Lakers couldnt hold me yall I'm climbin over yall, I'm still scorin 85 percenta yall awake but still snorin Got knowledge of self and now my style is much older now We Derrty Ent., We all we got we hold it down I'm feelin cooler than cool, my wrist cold and wild If theres a fashion king then I deserve the crown I'm U-City, you dressin up I'm dressin down and you keep messin up, me and your girl gon be messin around [Hook x2: Nelly] Yo it be I man, fuckin it up for errbody I can't lie man, they thought I was just gettin started Peep the pie man, its the american dream I'm just participatin, my participation is game [Murphy Lee] Ayo I'm fresh out the gate from the Lou with a Grammy in my resi' Nelly bought me a presi' with a diamond in the besi' Tics taught me how to walk so when I run I be ready Female fans sayin that I'm they baby daddy Whoa more attention than Justin and Janet How I Midwest Swang and how I St. Louis Ram it Derrty Ent. damnit, got more bread than a samich and my wrist got more Nuggets than Carmelo and Camby Look, I'm from the Lou and I'm important like the Arch so tourists look for me like an important part shoot Find your talent, use your talent get your money or don't find your talent and don't use it and stay bummy But that ain't on me cuz we built it from scratch My neck shit is a house witha house in the back Man I been wild since middle school, I was that little dude That been around more waist lines than hula hoops |
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