Cg 2 Lyrics

Cg 2 lyrics

Song: CG 2


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

[Chorus ]
Mmmm..
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
Mmmm..
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 DMV
Takin' more total request than your
MTV
Errry, gaga, they call me Dada
The rookie wanna 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 steez
First name GMC, last name
Denali
Why the change? Yu-kon not 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, slightly a little violated

[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 Menudo, in the candy black
two-door
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
Bits in the Kibble, mnage trois was civil
Crystal y'all, head
from all, 18 ta' 80 bar
Hit the mall nigga, and shop 'till we fall
And
the bitches y'all be lovin' won't even bother to call

[Chorus:
2x]
Mmmm..
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: 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
Ajax suit Vokal
Nights mis-match , hard from Zat
I smoke herb, but what's
the harm in that?
Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence Harmen at?
Only got
caught once, where my warnin' at?
Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen
a farmer yet

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
(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 fo'
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: 3x]
Mmmm..
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