Jason "Jay E" Eperson - For My lyrics

{*talking through megaphone*} 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] Now on the scale of one to ten, I been rated, a 12 (right!) You know this and these cats hate it I got nuttin outdated, if it is it's up-graded S-Cla** with everything voice-activated Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace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 cognac On the beach in L.A. with dime b**hes ridin my back [Lil' Wayne] I represent them street n***as When they get hot, carry the heat n***as Them sweet n***as off they feet n***as You livin on the edge Fleet n***a That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep n***a Ain't nothing sweet n***a, recognize the bloody clothes Ready to represent the 'Grove wit two Calico's I carry 4's in my side pocket While yours co*kin' n***a mine poppin Walk through your house wit my iron knockin' Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X) I'm doing this one for my n***aaa**s Who be keepin it tight Only lovin dime b**hes that f** on the first night This is for my b**hessss Wit the style and grace Who ain't hear nuttin talkin but the b**h in their face [Nelly] I ain't bullsh**tin I trick em and run up in their kitty If she ain't a nine or better, my n***as then I'm splittin' Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled Bumpin' +Nore+ number six, "b**h give me some head" And for you n***as out there who be jacking the wrist Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot Bout ta tell ya the truth I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou' Chorus [Lil' Wayne] I ain't no busta n***a Came up out that Hollygrove dungeon, n***a Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here You don't make it out alive very often up in here I'mma 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 Weezy-Wee partna [Nelly] Four karats in my earring, 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 why didn't you say so Somebody gotta shine my n***a why not me Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week Freeza burnt out the piece Gucci and hat sweet bu*ter soft leather seats for trash talkin freaks Chorus [Nelly] I'm doing this one for my n***aaaaaaaaaa**sssssss {*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 E.I Uh, uh wodie