Here We Come * Lyrics

Here We Come * 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