Nelly – Errtime

Nelly Errtime

Nelly – Errtime Lyrics

Artist: Nelly
Song: Errtime

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies-and-gentlemen
This is a Jazze Phizzle, producshizzle
You see, errtime the beat go (beat go), I need you to shake that thang girl
Yeah, errtime the beat go (woah, woah, woah, woah)

You see errtime the beat go (beat go), I need you to break that thang girl
You see errtime the beat go (woah woah woah woah)
Won’t ya, break it down, break it down for me
Don’t run out of gas girl

Break it down, break it down for me
Don’t run out of gas girl
See his hat cocked, can’t see his eyes, who could it be?
With thе blue STL on, who that but me?

Who elsе behind the tints of the new GT?
The continental all blue got them feeling real blue
Till they stomachs sick too, for real, they grossed out
19’s I come, 22’s poke out

Just to see when they roll out, I’m killing the folks now
His money just +Chingy+, my money it fold out
Man, this happened Vegas, and they hit me for a mil’ worth
How many rappers man can tell you what a mil’ worth

sh#t all my life damn worrying bout a meals worth
Hey yo I’m deffer than Jermaine, you can say I’m So-so
Player Taylor Made, n#gg# that’s a no no
Show you the Aftermath, but I ain’t a doctor

Squad full of B.G.’s, city full of them choppers
Way more game than the kid with the G-unit
Cracks by the gram an hour, that’s a G-unit
Like Ciara when I’m kicking them +Goodies+

Cause I’m Jazze like Pha with a tank in the hoody
I’m like…
Yeah, better make your mind up
Ain’t see her by now, you ain’t go find her

She looks good, but she looks finer like (woah *4X*)
Yeah, King Jakob you ain’t gotta know me
But you soon will, cause you gotta know me
Got that type that make your baby mama OD

Like (woah *4X*)
Okay, now let me see you do it baby
Don’t be, afraid go now
Don’t be, ashamed of how you do it just

(Woah *4X*)
See I’m tired of playing games
With n* with money names
For real, money you lame

I put your money to shame
This ain’t cynical
This ain’t subliminal
I’m physical, financial, and mental to be a general

Why, lil mama case you want a (Soldier!)
Not the type be in a tank but in a (Rover!)
Yeah man you at the game ordering refreshments (where you at?)
I’m on the floor watching my investments

Buttoned up some call it grown up look
I like to call it having money that fold up look
That Don Perignon, Cristal cold up look
Got her (woah woah woah woah)
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Release Year: 2005