N Da Paint - Ali & Gipp, Nelly

When i pull up in the club

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i step up in the mall

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i leave up out the club

They say thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

And when i creep up out the mall

They say thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine

(kill em daddy)

Shorty Scripe Yellow Stripe

Yea Gipp got 4

Krispy kreme in the paint

Chrome on the toes

Snow blows out the AC, 4−5 Doors

And i never leave the club less its 4−5 hoes (That's right)

Money hungry hustlers

Real-estate investers

Get the fuckin friend

Like he’ll never be a customer

Dougy fresh clean

On the scene chokin' Irene

We don’t do relationships

We’d rather have a fling

My jeans and my shoes worth

More than a grand

40-thousand in the car

Keep em closer at hand

Watch the stone in my ear

Make the hoes go «Dang!»

And the women love me

Cuz they know who I am

When i pull up in the club

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i step up in the 'morn

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i leave up out the club

They say thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

And when i creep up out the mall

They say thats not right

(ya see they say) thats not right

(ya see they say) thats not right

I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine

(kill em daddy)

I’m ridin high in tha

Sudan DeVille

Creepin' slow on up that hill

Get to the top to stunt on Jack

We ride on down to Smash Jill

Look herre ma now this the deal

While i go deep like Navy Seals

Then i like to Dissapurre

Like i’m David Copperfield

Man, Please, i’m 1 of the realist in rap!

Thats right how could I go broke

When i’m 1 of Bobs Cats

See If u didn’t well now u know

Just Cock it back and let it Go

My muscle cars is so strong

The liscense say «BOWCO»

Ya get it?

my liscense plate

Reads, «BOWCO»

(Damn! His liscense plate Read BOWCO)

Home-town rider

St. louis Resider

Dig in my Backyard u might jus find a geyser

Garage look like priza

Motors i ain’t Jokin'

Check my Chick she smokin'

She sick wit it from

St. Louis to Oakland

Come On

When i pull up in the club

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i step up in the mall

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i creep up out the club

They say thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

And when i creep up out the mall

They say thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine

(kill em daddy)

It’s not a game

But ima still gon play in the streets

Ball hard 'till i fall

Seven days of the week

On monday ima get up and go

And turn down the mall

Chick wit some dantley

Puffy booty look small

On Tuesday ima Fall throught Paul’s Shop

Drop 100 putin' shoes on All my drop

Wednesday ima go to the Jewelry sstore

Thursday its back to the Jewelry store once more

Friday ima G-4 to the westcoast

Hook up wit tha ese

Come back with the best Smokes

Saturday i like to down

Sunday I coupe to the City

With my 4−15 for

B-B-B- beatin' dat Nitti

When i pull up in the club

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i step up in the 'morn

Im goin hard in the paint

(im goin) hard in the paint

(we goin) hard in the paint

And when i creep up out the club

They say thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

(see they say) thats not right

And when i leave up out the 'morn

They say thats not right

(ya see they say) thats not right

(ya see they say) thats not right

I bet yo bikes ain’t louda than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo rims ain’t higher than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo pockets ain’t fatter than mine

(tell em daddy)

I bet yo chick ain’t as bad as mine

(kill em daddy)