Band: Nelly
Album: Country Grammer
Song: Utha Side

(chorus)
                           I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell
                           But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell
                           So come on get on in the ride
                           And let me take you to the other side x2

                           Inhale exhale I heard you're your clientele I'm doing well 
                           I see your woman out in the STL 
                           She's a fine honey that's ?
                           I heard you even got a child now (look at that)
                           A baby momma and a bow-wow
                           My nigga know you need to calm down
                           F-for County run up in your house
                           But you don't wanna hear that though, it's too late
                           Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait
                           They got taps on your mobile phone
                           They do surveillance all around your home
                           Now you're piling everything you own
                           Calling on your partners for a loan
                           No more slip and sliding on the chrome
                           Your good days have come and gone
                           I tried to tell you

                           (chorus)
                           Now baby girl what's your name?
                           And tell me what's your claim to fame
                           Oh I can tell you do your thing
                           Just by checking out your diamond ring
                           I see you at the mall every day
                           Buying shanelle, fendi, Donna K
                           Plus I heard they took your job away 
                           And that you keep your shit on lay away
                           You got a four-five in Philly D you living large 
                           Like your last name was Kennedy or El' Debarge
                           Oh I just can't believe, that you made that money richeously
                           The kids asking what they mommy do
                           And why she lock us in the bedroom
                           I think mommy getting paid to screw
                           Cause every night it's a different dude
                           I tried to tell

                           (chorus)
                           Little man how old are you (you can tell me)
                           And what you doing skipping school
                           I see you running with your lil' crew
                           Y'all be fighting over read and blue
                           So now you wanna claim gangs
                           Even heard you bought a (?) that ain't it
                           You started out with chronic on the grain
                           Now you're smoking other fettamain
                           I ain't trying to sway your dreams
                           Just trying to show you, that's it's other ways to make cream
                           (Take it from me)
                           Just go to school and make something of 
                           Your young life and watch it blow up
                           You ain't gotta stop being cool
                           Don't even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels (and fast cars)
                           Just keep it real with your game son
                           And don't forget were you came from
                           I'm trying to tell ya

                           (chorus x4 to a fade)

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