Nelly:

Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh

Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper

+Silkk+ headliner, ain't No Limit to how I +Shock+ ya

All chrome dated, they suberb when I drop her

All these haters, they suberb when I cock the

Nah I ain't gon' tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myself

But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself

Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland

Where they might shoot you up (ohh) it's not your heart layin

Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water

Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"

And uh, you need to show me what you talkin about

What all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouth

I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I

The hump back girls with thighs

Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein thick

Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit

I stay..



Chorus:

We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order

(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)

Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order



Ali:

Yo, check, yo

You gettin close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks

So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank

Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon

Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons

Then we - flood the streets, oh how they - lovin me

Come through in the Buick sittin so - love-ly

We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas

Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob (ho)

I'm natural wit it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (wit it)

I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it

Get it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap)

.. I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited

RUN FOR COVER!  Somebody call up the Guinness

Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin tremendous

Dirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destruction

It's the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin

It go..



Chorus:

We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order

(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)

Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order



Gube Thug:

Yo.. I'm from the land of kick do's

Where niggaz come through your window with pistols

like Bruh Man off the fifth flo'

See the way the wrist glow, sick flow

Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco

Hood crime highly infested

Check your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly requested

And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+

In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker

And the game from the veterans, righteous bars

I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars

And the world might change if ever I quit blessin it

Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament

I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon

Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan

Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells

Might, catch me hoppin outta the truck, blowin the L

We yellin..



Chorus: 

We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order

(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)

Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order



We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order

(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)

Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order



We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order

(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)

Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order