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(Hook) I say the fish don’t fry in the kitchenBeans don’t burn on the grillIt took a whole lot of cheerinJust to get up that hillBut now we’re up in the big leagueMy dirty it’s our turn at batAnd just as long as we livin as Lunatics playaIt ain’t nothin wrong with that, batter up

Chorus: Hmm, I’m going down down baby yo street in a Range RoverStreet Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it goShimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it nowLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Hmm, I’m going down down baby yo street in a Range RoverStreet Sweeper baby cocked ready

Ay yo ma, how you doing, it’s ya son nowAnd I picked up the mic and put the drugs downNow I’m tryin to do some things that’ll make you proudInstead of everytime I call it’s to bail me outOh why didn’t I listen to things you used to tell meKnowin that everything that you said

[Nelly] I opened up shops in 13thDime, dubs, quarter sacks, and oozeHand held to digital to triple beamI’m paid cuz my e-mail to 5th screenExpanded my game to ? to Federal St Looked around and had a small wall greenBut tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiendsThem niggas around

(Chorus: repeat 2X) Mmmmm you can find me in St. LouieWhere the gun play ring all day (nanana)Some got jobs and some sell yea’Others just smoke and fuck all day I’m from the home of Red Fox, Ced the EntertainerJettin off with Brian Cox, I’ll see ya laterMaybe not cuz I got somethin hotIn the