NELLY - Jang A Lang lyrics

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Chorus - nelly) 2x<br>If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can<br>Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh<br>I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no games<br>I got a new name for niggas with change, jang a lang<br><br>(penelope)<br>Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium<br>Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? 'cause I'm offendin 'em<br>Rocks nothin but cavada shit, I'm the baddest<br>The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit<br>Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein<br>Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed<br>One name like the highest breed, papi capéche? <br>One drove home from italy, is y'all feelin me? <br>Be a mistress to none, but all good to some<br>Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done<br>Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds<br>And some fish are coppin flights for me to reno<br>I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel<br>You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the real deal<br>Hold still, let this lady let loose<br>Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>(murphy lee)<br>Now y'all know me, I like an old school ozzie smith jersey<br>Old school jordans, head band that says murphy<br>Stone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, with the sleeve off<br>On my way to drop a few g's off<br>Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right<br>I'm doin thirty now, riskin my life<br>Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way<br>Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies<br>Young dude be floatin the city like cab drivers<br>Professional but still keep it real like allen iverson<br>I'm liver than jay, dave and kathy and regis<br>Been on more mtv shows than butthead and beavis<br>Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and slo down, huh<br>We almost had to buy up the town<br>It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi<br>Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>(keyjuan)<br>Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits fire<br>You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires<br>My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em<br>Dress eyes and ride hot rides and jags in 'em<br>Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em? <br>While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time<br>No more herb, no such line, uh oh is my punch line<br>I'm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines<br>Crossed the gun line, boss, like ray and claud<br>I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads<br>I'm from the lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws<br>When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause<br>(ay, where yo' range at? )<br>It's outside you wanna clean it? <br>(ay, where yo' name at? )<br>It's in the source, you ain't seen it? <br>(ay, where yo' change at? )<br>You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin? <br>Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it<br><br>(chrorus)