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    CG2
    Released

    By Nelly

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      About "CG2"

      Lyrics for Nelly - "CG2"

      [Nelly]
      I tell ya what
      Yo, know what I'm feelin'?
      Check it

      [Chorus ]
      I'm comin' back down baby
      This time in the six fo'
      (Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time
      I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time)
      A lil' mo' sho', listen to the switches go
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop
      I'm comin' back down baby
      This time in the six fo'
      A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop

      [Verse: Nelly]
      You can find me, same city, same state
      Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait
      More license plates than your DNV
      Takin' more total request than your MTV
      Every, gaga, they call me Daga
      The rookie want to signin' bonus for that pu nada
      But my, salary cap won't allow me to give a nada
      I guess she be a free agent until she find anotha'
      Call it fresh, for the D's on my ATVs
      And if I squeeze niggas fallin' like they last name Keys
      Dirties please, watch me as I switch my speeds
      First name GMC, last name Denali
      Why the change? you come know fuck wit me
      Eight batteries, four pumps where the trunk should be
      I hear the conversations, about Nelly he overrated
      I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator

      [Verse: Ali]
      Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard
      Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford
      What the cash for? me to spend
      Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend to got
      I fuck twins from the back end
      Back to the club and backed in
      Went to the back end gotta announce we back in
      The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco
      Bread sick I need your Pluto
      Black Banudo, in the candy black Turro
      BMW Sport, check the Ra Report
      What you thought it was a widle? yea, them seats swivel
      Cats be killin' me talkin' ballin' and can't dribble
      Bid 70 kibble, ménage tua was civil
      Crystal why yall, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar
      Hit the mall nigga, and shop 'till we fall
      And the bitches all be lovin' when we leave the bottle the car

      [Chorus:x2]

      I'm comin' back down baby
      This time in the six four
      A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop

      [Verse: Kyjuan]
      I'm comin' down down, baby, duck when you see me
      When Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain't graffiti
      No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the needy
      Throwup a L, but I won't smoke a L at the city
      Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy
      Excursion, lime-green so I know that you'll see me
      Ky-Weeze done brought them cars out
      No doubt, like numba' 3 on Free City CD
      It not a game, I went from a GS to a LS
      And LS don't mean low self-esteem
      So clean, cats think I sip a jets su Vokal
      Nights mis-match , hard from Zat
      I smoke herb, but what's the harm in that?
      Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that?
      On the yacht called once, where my warning at?
      Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet
      Back in 1993 (was when a school boy decided to be an MC)
      See some said no, others said fa' sho
      (and now we comin' back down, this time in a six four)

      [Verse: Murphy Lee]
      Zoop zoop, open ya mind up for this lineup
      No, we don't pitch but rich is how we wind up
      Situations, entrepreneurs get dollars and new toys
      (wait 'till they get a load of my Impala!)
      We back back, matter fact goin' down down
      You people need to calm down, Spreewells only goin' round
      Actin' like you neva' seen a car dance befo'
      They be askin' how does it feel like D' Angelo (how does it feel)
      Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb weed, palm trees, no kickin' it on the beach
      Have to work all day, dirty, 3 P.M. to 3
      But at your local ATM you can find Murphy Lee

      [Chorus: x3]

      I'm comin' back down baby
      This time in the six fo'
      A lil' mo' doe, listen to the switches go
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop
      Zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop, zoop

      SONGWRITERS:
      HAYNES, CORNELL / EPPERSON, JASON / HARPER, TOHRI MURPHY LEE / JONES, ALI / KYJUAN,
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