This Goes Out Lyrics by Murphy Lee

This Goes Out Lyrics

    [Nelly]
    Uh, Yeah
    Ohh-Ohh
    What we have herre?
    Uh, Yeah
    Ooohh
    Uh, Yeah
    Ooohh

    [Hook 1: Nelly]
    This goes out to my Midwest crew
    Now hold ya M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me
    Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
    Candy paint on d's and fo's

    [Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
    Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap
    Hip-Hop, kid and nap
    Snoop Dogg 'Lac wit the diamond in the back
    I rep it like a mayor mayn
    Summin like a playa mayn
    St. Louis cookin' and I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
    Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
    Praise the Lord or say peace to God
    I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
    Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to
    Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
    You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
    I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em
    I aint dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for em
    And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em
    And buy at the bar whatever gon keep the night goin
    Do what you do and you do it, just do it big
    And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz..

    [Hook 2: Nelly]
    This goes out to my West Coast crew
    Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
    Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
    Hit the switch on yo six fo's

    [Verse 2: Roscoe]
    Naps, rock, skit
    West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack
    Swerve in the Cadillac
    Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
    serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats
    And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride
    Through that place known worldwide
    It's the Westside..
    Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs
    Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack
    Los Angeles where they sag to the mud
    Drop the back let it drag, du rags full of thugs
    Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat"
    Why A's decay, we way hard ok?
    I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
    Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes
    Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic
    Runnin' the radio in Cali cuz I stay in the traffic

    [Hook 3: Nelly]
    This goes out to my East Coast crew
    Now hold ya E's up in the airr if ya feel me
    Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
    Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's

    [Verse 3: Cardan]
    Yo, Yo, step in the party like..
    Sippin' on Bacardi like..
    I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like...
    It's gettin' frisky for me
    Girls, they strippin for me
    Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)
    I gettin brain and, pimpin' I cant complainin'
    It's crazy I can't explain it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
    Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
    Lovin' this track cuz we gonna rock and roll
    I huff and puff until my indo's gone
    So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on
    We might be floppin' homey, we all critic
    Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City
    We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'
    Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleepin'
    I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy
    Y'all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay)

    [Hook 4: Nelly]
    This goes out to my Dirty South crew
    Now hold ya S up in the airr if ya feel me
    Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
    If ya tempted to throw them bows

    [Bridge: Lil' Jon]
    Get yo hands up bitch
    Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]
    We gon drink a fifth of hen
    And we gon rock it to this bitch - [repeat 2X]
    We represent that Dirty
    We aint expectin' no shit - [repeat 2X]
    We wild out in the club
    Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]

    [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
    Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo'
    4-5 make a nigga go.. (Ooooh)
    I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great
    Stay low when get cake, oh..
    Yeah, me no play we can take it outside
    Never met a nigga take myself pride
    It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
    Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5
    I represent that Money
    I aint scared to throw my click up
    Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire
    I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast
    Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch
    I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass
    P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
    Give you this respect
    I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath

    [Bridge: Lil' Jon]
    Get yo hands up bitch
    Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]
    We gon drink a fifth of hen
    And we gon rock it to this bitch - [repeat 2X]
    We represent that Dirty
    We aint expectin' no shit - [repeat 2X]
    We wild out in the club
    Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]

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