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Batter Up

(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

Pimp Juice

[Intro]One pound for the hoe, that’s all we need babyJust one for the hoes.. c’mon [Chorus]Pimp juice – oooooooooh-ooooooooh-hooooooooI think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it loose)Let her loose, let her looooooseShe only want me for my pimp juice (that’s all she want me for f’real)Not my pimp

On The Grind

Uh…yea…swing Nel my dirty JacobYea Come on [Hook][Nelly]Now if you gonna ride Get inside lets rollIf you runnin yo mouth thenShit then shut my door I ain’t got nothing on my hands but timeTell me were you the one that’s on the grindIf you gonna ride Get inside lets rollIf you runnin yo mouth thenShit

Nellyville

Welcome to Nellyville where all newborns give a half a mil’ sons give to danaville as soon as they can reach the willAnd all of them get diamonds the size of their age; one year gets one karat two years get two karats three years gets three karats, so long into marriage. Nobody lives an

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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

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