[Intro: Nelly and Jazze Pha]
Man, to tell you the truth, I just wanna go to the club
Yeah, me too
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

[Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen
This, is truly an event
Nelly Nel, Jazze Phizzle, Jazz Phiza-fel
(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Woooo-eee!
(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Woo, woo, woo, oh boy!
(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Oh boy! Ohhh!
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey

[Hook: Nelly]
Well uh-huh, well uh-huh girl I'm parked outside
And you know that it's sittin' on chrome, chrome (Uh-huh)
Hey, I'm just lookin' for a pretty young thang
That uh, I can take home (Take home)
Can we leave hurr (Yeah) can we leave hurr (Yeah)
Can we leave hurr (Yeah) can we leave hurr - shorty can we
Leave hurr (Yeah) can we leave hurr (Yeah)
Can we leave hurr (Yeah) can we leave hurr (Yeah)

[Nelly]
I'm throwin' nuggets out the fellow I push to Carmello
Yellow on yellow flooded the band and the bezel
Hear me now! Oh, no, the U-City hero
I took the Phantom to the Opera, same van roll through the ghetto
Can we leave hurr? Shorty need to make up her mind
I seen them n***as over there, but they ain't takin' my shine
Got 7 n***as tryin' to be me, out here breakin they spine
But they got 7 different levels for they minions to mind
I want you both shorty (Oh) go get it crunk shorty (Oh)
I see your A-T-L stamp and go' head and stomp shorty (Oh)
I got that shake now, and don't be scared now
Cause we can come from the kitchen up to that bed now
Shit it ain't nuttin to a boss, I heat you like air off
It ain't nuttin, they ain't cuttin, they frontin, that's they loss
Cause the, 'Tics is good, and the van is paid off
And I done got so damn cocky I took that Band-Aid off
[Hook]

[Nelly]
Uhhhhhhhh, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Third album, same focus, my intent is to get richer
I'm with my dirty Jazze Phizzle, he yieldin' that instrumental
Youse a cold-ass n***a on the track (SHO' NUFF!)
Man - I'm tired of poppin these bottles, tired of fuckin these models
I'm tired of these Menage-a nights - yeah right (PSYCH!)
I was built for it, I got hip for it
I even got a little swagger in my limp for it
I done had, sex in the city plus sex in the country
You know - sex in the zoo di-rectly behind the monkeys
Hold up! Don't get me wrong, I'm lookin' for Ms. Right
But tonight ain't the time, I'm lookin' for right now
It's two-thousand-fo', I'm in a new home
Threw out the Bentley bought a Double R for kissing does
It's like I'm rolling under permanent mistletoe
I think you been sittin' low
I got a driver dirty, he come when the whistle blow

[Hook]

[Nelly]
(Na-nana-na) I'm smoother than you know
(Na-nana-na) Cadillac do's and bank rolls
(Na-nana-na) I simply go places you can't go
Ain't see me in no Linc', but you know that derrty in Brougham
I be on my (grind-na-grind-na-grind-na-grind)
With my money on my (mind-my-mind-my-mind-my-mind)
Plus I'm still in my (prime-my-prime-my-prime-my-prime)
And we be smokin that (la-lala-lala-lala)
[Hook]

(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) - {*repeat to fade*}