Tho Dem Wrappas

Tho Dem Wrappas - Nelly

Lyrics by：Jason Epperson/Cornell Haynes, Jr./Nelly

Composed by：Jason Epperson/Cornell Haynes, Jr./Nelly

Produced by：Jason Epperson

Uhh I falls through in a Hummer

Murphy the Don Lizzie Keyuan

With the best thunder Sean John

You don't want none

Partner I got a rep for leavin' heads swollen up

On top of all that I got the rap sewed up

Hold up with the budda thumpin' quota

And just the teach a lesson I put one in ya shoulder

I told ya 'Tics live for the street life

Eat right good and reffer thru the pipe

I'm gettin' head all night

And if it's some beef I pumpin' on sight

Until they deceased

I took ya head off right

I live in the beast

Where the feds play sheist

I still floss ice keep it tight

E-very time call me the

Black Liberace when I'm playing mine

That's how I flow I gotta get mine

Partna any way it go

Whether it be rapping or with the

Let's make a million

Keep it real for triple-0

Eyes low from plenty Henny and hydro

A and some clothes

I gotta get rich go platinum and do shows

And get the dough

Let's make a million

Keep it real for triple-0

Eyes low from plenty Henny and hydro

And some clothes

I gotta get rich go platinum and do shows

And get the dough

A make a million blind-folded with no shows

Using no flows

Just Arm-n-Hammer and four O's

Gimmie low-do's and

A connect that neva closed

And watch me lock it down

From North County to BenRos

Some Mo-Mo's

Gimme hundred spokes all chrome

On the Navigator equipped

To click and log on

I need that before it's gone

'Fore they even bring it home

Matta fact I'll tell you

What's in the back it's all wrong

Two holes in the roof

To let the sun come in

Matching leather carseat

In case my son get in

I spare one off in the back

In case he brings his friend

Play station just in case

Think he can win

Let's make a million

Keep it real for triple-0

Eyes low from plenty Henny and hydro

And some clothes

I gotta get rich go platinum and do shows

And get the dough

Let's make a million

Keep it real for triple-0

Eyes low from plenty Henny and hydro

And some clothes

I gotta get rich go platinum and do shows

And get the dough

I gotta make a million

Gotta get myself a million

Gonna turn that into a billion

If not then I just won't die

I say now tho yo wrappers off in tha air

But only if the ice on your wrist 'cause glares

I'm gettin' stares from dime is he alone

Where's his Mrs 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris's

On the table arms got

Straws they ripped off the labels

No more shows for free

I'm pay-per-view like cable

They all screamin' my name

Different shades and race

Take them all backstage

And lett'em plead they case

Make a million like Jigga

Standin' in one place

Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face

They threw a weak plan B says who says Mase

Then what's plan A 'cause plan B about papes

Let's make a million

Keep it real for triple-0

Eyes low from plenty Henny and hydro

And some clothes

I gotta get rich go platinum and do shows

And get the dough

Let's make a million

Keep it real for triple-0

Eyes low from plenty Henny and hydro

And some clothes

I gotta get rich go platinum and do shows

And get the dough

I gotta make a million

Gotta get myself a million

Gonna turn that into a billion

If not then I just won't die

All my Midwest tryin' to make a mill

Tho dem wrappas and get the dough

All my Dirty South tryin' to make a mill

Tho dem wrappas and get the dough

All my West Coast tryin' to make a mill

Tho dem wrappas and get the dough

All my East Coast tryin' to make a mill

Tho dem wrappas and get the dough