Lyrics N Da Paint - Ali & Gipp feat. Nelly

This's Nitti beat
Dirty ENT
Whassup?
This a Nitti beat (ok)
Hey you Ali, Nelly whassup?
Whatcha doin' tho?
When I pull up in the club
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I step up in the morn'
I'm goin hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I creep up out the club
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
And when I leave up out the morn'
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
I betcha bikes ain't louda than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha rims ain't higher than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha pockets ain't fatter than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha chick ain't as bad as mine
(Kill 'em daddy)
Shorty Scripe Young Scripe
Even Gipp got four
Krispy kreme in the paint
Chrome on the toes
Stoufers out the AC, 4-5 Doors
And I never leave the club less its 4-5...(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 Plain
My jeans and my shoes worth
More than your green
Fourty-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
'Cause they know who I am
When I pull up in the club
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I step up in the morn'
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I creep up out the club
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
And when I leave up out the morn'
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) thats not right
I betcha bikes ain't louda than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha rims ain't higher than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha pockets ain't fatter than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha chick ain't as bad as mine
(Kill 'em daddy)
I'm gettin high in my
Damned DeVille
Creepin' slow on up that hill
Get to the top to stun 'em J
We ride 'em down to Smash Hill
Look at 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 one of the realist in rap!
Thats right if I could I'd go broke
When I'm one of five stats
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 aint Jokin'
Check my Chick she smokin'
She sick wit it from
St. Louis to Oakland
When I pull up in the club
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I step up in the morn'
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I creep up out the club
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
And when I leave up out the morn'
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) thats not right
I betcha bikes ain't louda than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha rims ain't higher than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha pockets ain't fatter than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha chick ain't as bad as mine
(Kill 'em daddy)
It's not a game
But I'ma still play in the streets
Ball hard 'till I fall
Seven days of the week
On monday I'm'a get up
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 Armor drop
Wednesday ima go to the Jewelry store
Thursday its back to the Jewelry store once more
Friday I'm'a G-4 to the westcoast
Hoook up wit' an essay
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' at Nitti
When I pull up in the club
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I step up in the morn'
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint
And when I creep up out the club
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
And when I leave up out the morn'
They say that's not right
(See they say) that's not right
(See they say) thats not right
I betcha bikes ain't louda than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha rims ain't higher than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha pockets ain't fatter than mine
(Tell 'em daddy)
I betcha chick ain't as bad as mine
(Kill 'em daddy)