If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you want to go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) In the club on the late night, feeling right Looking, trying to spot something real nice Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) with an attitude Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl you know that it's on (Know that it's on) I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow Saying she was peeping and I dig the last video "So when Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you, boo, from way over there If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you want to go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6 Range Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes It feel strange now Making a living off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now Damn shit done changed now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B Telling me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna White If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you want to go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Check, check, yo, I know something you don't know And I've got something to tell ya You won't believe how many people straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure But now the same motherfuckers asking me for dough And I'm yelling: "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggas want to know why: why I fly by But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggas, 'wishing you was' niggas Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bubb' macking Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends So if shorty want to knock, we knocking to this And if shorty want to rock, we rocking to this And if shorty want to pop, we popping the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist'; niggas staring or they diss Honies looking all "they wish" - come on boo, gimme kiss If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you want to go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you want to go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Hey, must be the money

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics