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The Professor - Let Us Go lyrics

Nelly: Callin these n***as mayn
(*phone ringing*)
Nelly: Got me up on wait
Man: Can you get that n***a
Nelly: I know these n***as is home
Nelly: Yo
Man: Yo, what up boss
Nelly: Yo, where y'all at derrty?
Man: Uh, like, like, um, over there
Nelly: Yo mayn, get y'all a** out here
Man: Where you at?
Nelly: I'm at the studio mayn, c'mon
Man: Oh, we on our way
Nelly: Y'all n***as supposed to be here an hour ago mayn
Man: Oh, word
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this n***a talkin 'bout

[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Word to hispanics, 'atics
Rollin nappies and Caddy cla**es (yeah)
Gettin harra**ed them by them bastards

Hey yo, I see your color Jacob, they creepin up on the side
Just doin they job, f** with us cause there's D's on the ride

[King Jacob]
Got me queazy inside, plus we got the feezy inside
And we "Cheech" while we ride, I can't believe we this high

Man, if he trippin off this blunt, then he's a b**h cop
I roll past the whole constitutes smoke just pourin out the G-top (tops)

[King Jacob]
Plus my n***a filled to the bompty-bompty
Boopin feet turn them sirens on, I doubt if we stop

I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could
Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob

[King Jacob]
Really they would, that it's still to the good
Cause we still in the hood
Plus I got a license if he trip and filler that bud

sh** he about to flag us, fittin to hara** us
We catch a free case, if he bag us
n***a gonna fag us out, if he pa** us

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Popo trippin, wanna flag a n***a about his radio
No time to panic, hide the automatic and I'll stash the dro
Run my name, our plates, my sh** gets checked, you gotta let us go

They pulled up right on our a**
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And just as quick as he got on us, U-turned up on the gra**
I'm like Jacob your k**in the gas, you school 'em so fast
You should be sportin a book in the bag, I looked and just laughed

[King Jacob]
sh** you know how I do it, gone off that fluid
Plus this dope don't help, I'm takin cron needle steps
Now we need hoes next cause I'm full of this weed
Lookin for "Love Connection" like Chuck Woolery

Indeed, you know it's time to act a plum fool up
Professor and King Jacob it's time these haters shape up
And wake up, cause while we got TV's on the ride
And D's on the ride, don't hate us cause your girl wanna ride

[King Jacob]
Young guys, a consolation prize, show 'em what they won guys
Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one times
Why y'all keep hatin, me and P be ridin by (bye bye)


[King Jacob]
Dirty I'm outta control, catch me out on the road
Drivin too fast or pulled over, hollerin at hoes
Don't matter, either way it go, I'm gonna flow
On eighty-eight inches, and the dope box smoke
Us thoroughbread n***as never show no pain
Got your girl in my bed, but I don't know no names
Got a ice rolle, a Range on them thangs
With a nice crib and I ain't sold no c**aine

Introduce your please now and direct is complete
You'll probably see doin 'tography, eights in the street
Up in the ride, body big block with a stick in the floor
I do donuts then let cops stare, give chase when I go
I'm gonna still kick it with "Lunatics" that sick with the flow
I'm sh**tin on hoes, that mine are so clean sittin on both
You never know what you expect, you see us out on the road
What you expect when it's flossin season, we do this like pros


Nelly: Yo mayn, what the f** just happened out there
Man: Mayn these n***as tryna crucify a n***a man, I mean
Nelly: Yeah, I'm try not pop on talkin and sh**
Nelly: I'm like what these n***as did done
Man: Man they ain't really talkin 'bout nothin
Nelly: Man y'all better hurry up and get y'all a** to the studio mayn
Nelly: 'Fore y'all get in no more trouble
Man: I'm comin yo, I'm tryna
Nelly: Y'all n***as gettin locked up, I just bailed you n***as out
Man: I know, I thankful for that man
Nelly: Bouncin and sh**
Nelly: Gotta get this money mayn
Man: I'm comin
Nelly: Presidents now
Nelly: Get y'all a** here
Man: Gotta go home in a minute though

(*inhale and cough*)

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