《Tho Dem Wrappas》是Nelly演唱的歌曲，由Jason Epperson、Cornell Haynes、Nelly作曲，收錄於《Country Grammar》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Tho Dem Wrappas
- 所屬專輯：Country Grammar
- 歌曲原唱：Nelly
- 譜曲：Jason Epperson、Cornell Haynes、Nelly
歌曲歌詞
Uhh, I falls through in a
Hummer, Murphy, the
Don, Lizzie,
KeyuanWith the best thunder than
Sean John, you don't want none
Partner, I got a rep for leavin heads swollen up
On top of all that,
I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' ****** quota
And just the teach a lesson,
I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, '
Tics live for the street life
Eat right, **** good, and refer thru the pipe
And give me head all night
And if its some beef,
I pumpin' lead on sight
Until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the
**********, where the feds, play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the
Black Liberace when
I'm playing mine
Thats how
I flo, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
Let's make a
MillionKeep it real for
Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty
Henny and
Hydro**** a ***** and some
ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the
DoughLet's make a
MillionKeep it real for
Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty
Henny and
Hydro**** a ***** and some
ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the
DoughMy *****,
I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows
Using no flows, just
Arm 'n' Hammer and four
O'sGimme low-do's and a connect, that
Neva closed
And watch me lock it down from
North County to
BenRos**** some
Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone'
Fore they even bring it home
Matta fact,
I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather car seat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
Playstation just in case a ***** think he can win
Let's make a
MillionKeep it real for
Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty
Henny and
Hydro**** a ***** and some
ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the
DoughLet's make a
MillionKeep it real for
Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty
Henny and
Hydro**** a ***** and some
ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the
DoughI gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then
I just won't die
I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I gettin' stares from dime *****es, is he alone?
Where's his
Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of
Cris'sOn the table, arms the strong ripp off the
LabelNo more shows for free,
I'm pay-per-view like cable
They all screamin' my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and let 'em plead they case
Make a million like
Jigga, standin' in one place
Sound scan like
Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw a weak plan
B, says who?
Says MaseThen whats plan
A, 'cause plan
B about papes
Let's make a
MillionKeep it real for
Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty
Henny and
Hydro**** a ***** and some
ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the
DoughLet's make a
MillionKeep it real for
Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty
Henny and
Hydro**** a ***** and some
ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the
DoughI gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then
I just won't die
All my Midwest ****** tryin' to make a meal
Tho Dem Wrappas(And the Dough-O)
All my dirty south ****** tryin' to make a meal
Tho Dem Wrappas(And the Dough-O)
All my west coast ****** tryin' to make a meal
Tho Dem Wrappas(And the Dough-O)
All my east coast ****** tryin' to make a meal
Tho Dem Wrappas(And the Dough-O)
