(Phone rings talks through a telephone). Yo uh you didn't see this one comin did ya. All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L....Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne. [Nelly]...On a scale one to ten I been rated a 12 (right!). You know it and these cats hate it...I got nothing out dated. If it is it's up graded...S-class wit everything voice-activated. Chrome rim three bladed factory custom made it. Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it. Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cogniac. On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches right gimme that. . [Lil' Wayne]. I represent them street niggas. When it get hot carry that heat niggas. Them sweep niggas off they feet niggas. You livin on the edge leap nigga. That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga. Ain't nothing sweet nigga recognize the bloody clothes. Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes. I carry 4's in my side pocket. While your's cockin nigga mine's poppin. Walk through you house wit my iron knockin. Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)I'm doin this one is fo my niggaaaaaz. Who be keepin it tight. Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night. ....This is for my bitchessss. Wit the style and grace. Who ain't hearin nothing talkin but the bitch in they face. [Nelly]..I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitten. And she ain't a 9 or better my nigga then I'm splitin. Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled. Bumpin' Nore+ number six "bitch give me some head". And for you niggas out there who be jacking the whips. Got a new group for ya Nina Ross and the Clips. And from the hip I shoot if you wanna get loose. But ta tell ya the truth ..I'm more focused upon my loot.. Chorus.... [Lil' Wayne].....I ain't no busta nigga. Came up out that Hollygrove dungeon nigga. flame up and toast somethin' that'll get it sparking up in here. they don't make it out alive very often up in here. I'ma speak on behalf of the c.m.b partna. I'm a sweep off ya ave if its any beef partna. I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna. Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers. wheezy-wee potna. [Nelly].....Four karats in my ear five around my knuckle. Six wrap the wrist check the belt buckle Leave them wit it look. like Nelly I didn't know. If you was the Jackie Frost then why didn't you say so. Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me. Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week. Freeza burnt out the piece Gucci and hat sweet. Butter soft leather seats for transporting freaks. Chorus...[Nelly]....This is for my niggas. {*talking through megaphone*}. Uh uh ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu ha ha. We know ya didn't see that one comin.....Uh uh uh. Uh uh E.I. Uh Uh.