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Spida Man

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Spida Man
By: Nelly
Released:
About This Song & Song Lyrics

About "Spida Man" by Nelly

Nelly – Spida Man Lyrics

Nelly:
That motherfucker was horrific
Yes it was, yes it was
Okay, I was

[Chorus]
Sitting, on the hill
Counting my, dough
Million-two, million-three, million-four
Five million, six million, seven million more
Then I heard a knock knock, who's there?
It's yo' friendly neighborhood Cad leaning and M.O. beaming Spida Man
So beware
Come take a look up in the sky, you can't lie
I know you feel it when it
Sitting, on the hill
Counting my, dough
Million-two, million-three, million-four
Five million, six million, seven million more
Then I heard a knock knock, who's there?

It's yo' friendly neighborhood Cad leaning and M.O. beaming Spida Man
So beware (beware)
Come take a look up in the sky, you can't lie
I know you feel it when it (knock knock)

[Nelly]
I used to live in cellars, I used to coke a sellah
Two hundred million fella, call me a fortune tella
Trying to get over Eazy, like they was Jerry Heller
I never want to jail-ah, cause I'm too slick a fella
Seen me on wheels before, man you should see me now
It might be hard though, because I sit too high
I sit up on the hill, but I'm still down to earth
I'm like the Rams man I'm at the best when on my turf
You watch your girl flirt, you watch your girl tease
You think your girl want cheese? Then check your girl knees
You need to check her needs, before I check 'em for ya
Cause once I check her needs, she won't be checking for ya
You hear a knock knock, who is it that's, paying a visit
She's, going ballistic while he's, sipping on her Mystic
Whoa, it's the exquisite one named Mo, or short for Moses
I think I'll go back to counting my money now

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Say I don't come to the hood, what do the fuck they know?
Who else driving that Bentley, out there in front of Wo's
Sitting out in front of Tandy, I got my phone handy
Give me the numbers I'ma call 'em, you been missing for 'em
I'm buying bikes for tykes, there'll be some uniforms
While they just rap about we fo' sho' fo' kids and show 'em
At elementary schools, the day of show and tell
We didn't come to show, mo' like we came to tell
Tell 'em how to keep it strong, on how to keep it tight
To tell they right from wrong, to turn your wrong right
Watch all they words and actions, thoughts companies and habits
Leave them tricks for rabbits, that greed for the savage
And you can make it happen, if you just don't give up
I guarantee that you can be that anything you want
Give 'em that real talk, show 'em that real walk
And maybe one day you can be like me, somewhere

[Chorus]

Knock knock

SONGWRITERS:
HAYNES, CORNELL / BRIDGES, JAYSON RILEY
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