Chorus - nelly) 2x   Real niggas ride wit' us   You haters gotta ride the bus   Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust   Bank account so plush, the feds on us   Real niggas ride wit' us (and dime ladies)   You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)   Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust   Bank account so plush, the feds on us      (kyjuan)   Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi   I slang thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy   Call me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'   Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")   I reply quickly, bottle of andres or crissy   Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy   I wake up with two dimes, both named nikki   I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies   Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all city   Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty   You gon' make me go back into my days of u-city   Cornrows, penny bros and new dickies   Ahh shit, when situation looks shitty   I got that thang with me, plus I puff like diddy   You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me   So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the range with me      (ali)   Check, check   No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four   Four-do' range rov', mink with matchin kangol   Whole hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind   D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em   Not, you see the watch, rollie or g-shot   You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the knock   I need not speak on that, I speak on zack   And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's back   Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it   Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the public   Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out   We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out   Son break the jar out, twist the muskie   Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me   If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then crush me   Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me   'cause only....      (chorus)      (nelly)   I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a cell (duracell)   Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil'   Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel   I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel   I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills   I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's still read "twelve"   Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit   Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed   Me, got they miss, I done, caught they wrist   And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss   I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "   (yours nelly)   Tell 'em one more time just in case he forgets   I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye   Comin be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy   Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"   Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none      (murphy lee)   You shoulda' seen this ladie's face when I walked in the bank   I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like dank   Lookin like I don't know left from right   Holdin a check, got the whole front desk like "murphy's set for life!"   I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em   Drivin eighty in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em   I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm real   I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil'   I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself   In a category with t-boz, I'm feelin myself   It gets no better, slo says it gotta get better   Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather   I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs (lunatics like)   And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)   We smokin 'til our brain gon' bust   Gettin head in the back of the truck, city what up   I'm like only....      (chorus) 2x