[Ali]  I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo  Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though  Starched up, hit the Amaco  Bought a Philly, sparked up  Lunatics'll blow the park up  Ooh this herb, got me geekin like a nerd  F what you heard, federal roll like a bird  You were, actin funny when you first saw me  Now, I'm makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"  Hell nah trick, I'm picky now  I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now  Hit the door at the club Yella, Grip and Luv  Met me with a dub, was it fire playa, what  Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke  Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin me notes  Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down  I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure    [Hook-Ali]  Some a y'all been tryin to write rhymes for years  And we got dibs, irritatin my ears  Is this the best that you can make?  But if not, then you got more, I'll wait  But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'm a move on the dance floor  Where they put somethin smooth on  Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud  'Cause I like to rule the crowd    [Ali]  Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-tre  I'm lookin sporty, you fools know me  No way, am I goin out like a buster  Once I'm in last long like a wrestler  Givin out degrees for that P.H.  Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this biiaatch  ?? real soon, uh  Like soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the room  Get your own pop, piece to doom (?)  Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon' baloon  Position is assumed, I'm the Tic, the Tune  Leavin 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoon  Cats waste ink, they don't take time to think  Actin hard like they shit don't stink  Knowin they stench like the rink  True color be pink, rinky dink  Big Lee need a spliff 'cause I'm startin to think, that...    [Hook]    [Nelly]  See I rockin in my spare time, unwind and grind fools like coffee  Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin salty  Then Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farm  I heard you was on my tail now you yellin "Nelly, you lost 'em"  Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J.  Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play  Run and ask your lady  Smokin hay-hay-haaay  I bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all  Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya  Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbage  Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah  Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up  ?? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpire  To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah  Lunatic for hirrrrrrre, haha, I'm startin to think that...    [(Hook) 2x]