Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Jang A Lang

 
If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh 
I ain`t ballin out here, no, I ain`t playin no games 
I got a new name for niggas with change, jang a lang (x2) (chorus)  
 
Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium 
Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? `Cause I`m offendin `em 
Rocks nothin but Cavada shit, I`m the baddest 
The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit 
Mo` potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein 
Off the hook, take a look, I`m the chick, I can`t be tamed 
One name like the highest breed, papi capЁ¦che? 
One drove home from Italy, is y`all feelin me? 
Be a mistress to none, but all good to some 
Let me break you off a little, show you how it`s done 
Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds 
And some fish are coppin flights for me to Reno 
I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel 
You wanna stick and move now you`re fuckin with the real deal 
Hold still, let this lady let loose 
Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck`ll catch a nuece 
 
 [Chorus]  
 
Now y`all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey 
Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy" 
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the sleeve off 
On my way to drop a few G`s off 
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right 
I`m doin thirty now, riskin my life 
Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way 
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies 
Young Dude be floatin the city like cab drivers 
Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iverson 
I`m liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis 
Been on more MTV shows than Butthead and Beavis 
Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and Slo Down, huh 
We almost had to buy up the town 
It`s like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi 
Girls do what I say so I just tell `em to do me 
 
 [Chorus]  
 
Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits fire 
You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires 
My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in `em 
Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in `em 
Let him talk his jazz, what`s the tag gon` get `em? 
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time 
"No more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch line 
I`m hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines 
Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud 
I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads 
I`m from the Lou, kinda new, I`m a make my laws 
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it`s like pause 
(Ay, where yo` Range at?) 
It`s outside you wanna clean it? 
(Ay, where yo` name at?) 
It`s in The Source, you ain`t seen it? 
(Ay, where yo` change at?) 
You can`t tell dirty, I`m sparklin? 
Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it 
 
 [Chorus] 
 

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