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Murphy Lee - Текст песни This Goes Out Ft. Nelly,Roscoe,Cardan,Lil Jon,Lil
[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'sMurphy Lee - This Goes Out Ft. Nelly,Roscoe,Cardan,Lil Jon,Lil - http://ru.motolyrics.com/murphy-lee/this-goes-out-ft-nellyroscoecardanlil-jonlil-lyrics.html
 [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]













