Funkmaster Flex Come Over - Nelly Lyrics

Come Over - Nelly Lyrics

* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" as "Come
Over"

Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah
youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with
me already
And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a
minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't
frontin
Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?
Nah no doubt though
aight?

(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..)
Baby girl, uhh uhh

[Nelly]
You know I, spend hot shit when need
be
Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm
leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long hairr and
Fendi 
That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy
I spit game
like that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came like
that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I
never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
So if
it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown,
own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's
what I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call
And I
got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall 
So

[Chorus]
(here..
we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh,
cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady
puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't
frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
Full countdown, from
the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er..
you..)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go
down, heat it up

[Nelly]
I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie
Bobby and Mike
Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight
Is
this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio like over
Bryan McKnight
Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin
that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did
this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and
dykes
The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like
He
think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee
Running through his
veins like an IV, highspeed
Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D.
Better
catch me now while my price is low
Demandin five digits when the Lunatics
blow
Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now
what?

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
You see me and my niggaz only come out
on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat,
now picture that
When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin
me know, that she really been thinkin
about a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not
wit her
I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter
My pockets gettin
fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you callin me a
sinner
Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor
Nelly stop don't leave,
don't stop when I'm in her
SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought
her dinner
I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin
your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game you still
waitin to enter
I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come
on

[Chorus]

[repeated until the end]
Here we come y'all, here
we come