This Goes Out
    (专辑: Murphy's Law - 2003)
    
    [Nelly]  Uh, Yeah  Ohh-Ohh  What we have herre?  Uh, Yeah  Ooohh  Uh, Yeah  Ooohh   [Hook 1: Nelly]  This goes out to my Midwest crew  Now hold ya M-Dub in the 
airr if ya feel me  Fuck em all day, fuck em all night  Candy paint on d's and fo's   [Verse 1: Murphy Lee]  Yo, Ayyo I 
eat, sleep, shit, rap  Hip-Hop, kid and nap  Snoop Dogg 'Lac wit the 
diamond in the 
back  I 
rep it like a 
mayor mayn  Summin like a 
playa mayn  St. Louis cooking and I'm Murphy Lee the 
killer mayn  Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam  Praise the 
Lord or say peace to God  I'm just a 
Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool  Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to  Home is where you make it, eat a 
meal and get naked  You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit  I 
got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em  I 
aint dying but yo I'm definitely fight for em  And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em  And buy at the 
bar whatever gon keep the 
night goin  Do what you do and you do it, just do it big  And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz..   [Hook 2: Nelly]  This goes out to my West Coast crew  Now hold ya Dub up in the 
airr if ya feel me  Fuck em all day, fuck em all night  Hit the 
switch on yo six fo's   [Verse 2: Roscoe]  Naps, rock, skit  West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack  Swerve in the 
Cadillac  Young Roscoe, the 
black Burt Bacharach  serve the 
sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats  And I 
dip wit you nigga, I 
take you on a 
ride  Through that place known worldwide  It's the 
Westside..  Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs  Cap turned to the 
back wit skirts at the 
Caddy shack  Los Angeles where they sag to the 
mud  Drop the 
back let it drag, du rags full of thugs  Ya hard to the 
back, car full of "blat"  Why A's decay, we way hard ok?  I 
rock a 5 
double O 
wit the 
bubble nose  Stop, drop the 
top I 
holla at a 
couple hoes  Fo sho they wanna roll wit the 
Philly fanatic  Running the 
radio in Cali cuz I 
stay in the 
traffic   [Hook 3: Nelly]  This goes out to my East Coast crew  Now hold ya E's up in the 
airr if ya feel me  Fuck em all day, fuck em all night  Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's   [Verse 3: Cardan]  Yo, Yo, step in the 
party like..  Sipping on Bacardi like..  I 
hooked up wit the 
'Tics they like...  It's getting frisky for me  Girls, they strippin for me  Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)  I 
gettin brain and, pimping I 
cant complaining  It's crazy I 
can't explain it, it's the 
Derrty Entertainment  Man, I 
like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow  Loving this track cuz we gonna rock and roll  I 
huff and puff until my indo's gone  So I, get to stomping wit my Timbo's on  We might be flopping homey, we all critic  Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City  We forever running round, here forever creeping  Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleeping  I 
came to do this wit my derrty Murphy  Y'all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay)   [Hook 4: Nelly]  This goes out to my Dirty South crew  Now hold ya S 
up in the 
airr if ya feel me  Fuck em all day, fuck em all night  If ya tempted to throw them bows   [Bridge: Lil' Jon]  Get yo hands up bitch  Throw you goddamn click up [repeat 2X]  We gon drink a 
fifth of hen  And we gon rock it to this bitch [repeat 2X]  We represent that Dirty  We aint expecting no shit [repeat 2X]  We wild out in the 
club  Same click we don't give a 
fuck [repeat 2X]   [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]  Lil' Weezy, fucking Baby, 5'4" fo'  4-5 make a 
nigga go.. (Ooooh)  I'm a 
fly young nigga, ho South cold's great  Stay low when get cake, oh..  Yeah, me no play we can take it outside  Never met a 
nigga take myself pride  It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy  Outside fly, gutta gutta in the 
South, wild 5 
 I 
represent that Money  I 
aint scared to throw my click up  Soon as I 
throw it high up, holla back, Squire  I'm screwed up I 
drive slow not fast  Birdman Jr. I 
got stones not cash, bitch  I'm from the 
swamp I 
smoke dro not grass  P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 
90 degree fo' in my pants  Give you this respect  I'm still macking, you can smell the 
Pimp Juice on my breath   [Bridge: Lil' Jon]  Get yo hands up bitch  Throw you goddamn click up [repeat 2X]  We gon drink a 
fifth of hen  And we gon rock it to this bitch [repeat 2X]  We represent that Dirty  We aint expecting no shit [repeat 2X]  We wild out in the 
club  Same click we don't give a 
fuck [repeat 2X]