MURPHY LEE LYRICS - This Goes Out

"This Goes Out"

(feat. Nelly, Roscoe, Cardan, Lil' Jon, Lil' Wayne)



[Nelly]

Uh, Yeah

Ohh-Ohh

What we have herre?

Uh, Yeah

Ooohh

Uh, Yeah

Ooohh



[Hook 1: Nelly]

This goes out to my Midwest crew

Now hold ya M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me

Fuck em all day, fuck em all night

Candy paint on d's and fo's



[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]

Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap

Hip-Hop, kid and nap

Snoop Dogg 'Lac wit the diamond in the back

I rep it like a mayor mayn

Summin like a playa mayn

St. Louis cookin' and I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn

Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam

Praise the Lord or say peace to God

I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool

Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to

Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked

You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit

I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em

I aint dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for em

And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em

And buy at the bar whatever gon keep the night goin

Do what you do and you do it, just do it big

And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz..



[Hook 2: Nelly]

This goes out to my West Coast crew

Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me

Fuck em all day, fuck em all night

Hit the switch on yo six fo's



[Verse 2: Roscoe]

Naps, rock, skit

West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack

Swerve in the Cadillac

Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach

serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats

And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride

Through that place known worldwide

It's the Westside..

Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs

Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack

Los Angeles where they sag to the mud

Drop the back let it drag, du rags full of thugs

Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat"

Why A's decay, we way hard ok?

I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose

Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes

Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic

Runnin' the radio in Cali cuz I stay in the traffic



[Hook 3: Nelly]

This goes out to my East Coast crew

Now hold ya E's up in the airr if ya feel me

Fuck em all day, fuck em all night

Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's



[Verse 3: Cardan]

Yo, Yo, step in the party like..

Sippin' on Bacardi like..

I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like...

It's gettin' frisky for me

Girls, they strippin for me

Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)

I gettin brain and, pimpin' I cant complainin'

It's crazy I can't explain it, it's the Derrty Entertainment

Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow

Lovin' this track cuz we gonna rock and roll

I huff and puff until my indo's gone

So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on

We might be floppin' homey, we all critic

Welcome to Harlem World A. K. New York City

We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'

Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleepin'

I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy

Y'all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay)



[Hook 4: Nelly]

This goes out to my Dirty South crew

Now hold ya S up in the airr if ya feel me

Fuck em all day, fuck em all night

If ya tempted to throw them bows



[Bridge: Lil' Jon]

Get yo hands up bitch

Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]

We gon drink a fifth of hen

And we gon rock it to this bitch - [repeat 2X]

We represent that Dirty

We aint expectin' no shit - [repeat 2X]

We wild out in the club

Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]



[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]

Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo'

4-5 make a nigga go.. (Ooooh)

I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great

Stay low when get cake, oh..

Yeah, me no play we can take it outside

Never met a nigga take myself pride

It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy

Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5

I represent that Money

I aint scared to throw my click up

Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire

I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast

Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch

I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass

P. O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants

Give you this respect

I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath



[Bridge: Lil' Jon]

Get yo hands up bitch

Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]

We gon drink a fifth of hen

And we gon rock it to this bitch - [repeat 2X]

We represent that Dirty

We aint expectin' no shit - [repeat 2X]

We wild out in the club

Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]