This Goes Out

[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 ain't 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, do 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 s