{*talking through megaphone*} 
Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did ya 
All the way from the N.O. to  
Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne 


 
On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!) 
You know it and these cats hate it 
I got nothing outdated 
If it is it's self rated 
S-class wit everything voice-activated 
Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it 
Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it 
Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac 
On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back 


 
I represent them street niggas 
When they get hot, carry the heat niggas 
Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas 
You livin on the edge Fleet nigga 
That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga 
Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes 
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes 
I carry 4's in my side pocket 
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin 
Walk through you house wit my iron now when 

Chorus: Nelly (repeat