Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back
 I hear dem boyz come'n dirty
 Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back
 I hear dem boyz come'n(repeat 4x's)

 [Verse 1: Nelly]
 Who am I you ask me you know it's bout that grammar
 From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana
 From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna
 They hold'n up they banners, and run'n wit they cameras
 Can I get a flick you damn right miss
 (Can I take a hit) here boo like this
 Chronic sticky like gum, I guess that's how it comes
 Don't worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh)
 When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer
 this year I'm more blunter
 More up close and personal, it's just gon get worser now
 From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile
 Can't worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths
 I realize they can't help it, just stay where you bow'n down
 Some more you can't get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now
 If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
 They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man
 Murp jersey on backwards wit ol' school Tim's and
 Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp
 Nelly chain so long got him walk'n wit a limp
 Ali is throw'n money in the front row
 And er' body scream'n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course
 We be them up, close, live, and in person
 Might look like the type that be rob'n them purses
 But I aint I'm the yung dude I be rhyme'n them verses
 Worked hard since '93 that's how I got signed to Universal
 Now the girlies take they thongs off
 And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off
 I be that pull up right beside you beat'n bad type of Tic
 I'm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic
 Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am
 I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am

 [Verse 3: Kyjuan]
 It's dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces read'n Sources
 My choice is ol' school's over dem Rolls Royce's
 Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is
 Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices
 Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard
 Ohh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more
 Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4
 Smokes 1 44, what dem o's go for (Like oh)
 350 1 more, 350 stick'n the floor brand new bizare
 smashes, g 's and c's all in my glasses
 Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches
 Imagine, me without those two headbands
 Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants
 Feel'n dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie
 Cutlass candies sit down you know you can't stand me

 [Hook]

 [Verse 4: Ali]
 Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch
 Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross
 That's that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up
 Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes
 Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes
 5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh)
 That's what they say when I pull up on d's in that old Dr.J
 Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races
 Head'n back places but it still seem racist
 Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off
 Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that 'll take the wall off
 Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag
 Fitted still switch'n two different shoes starchy wit tags

 [Hook