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Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon
Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob (ho)
Then we - flood the streets, oh how they - lovin me
(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)
Off the banks of the muddy

We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah
Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament
The hump back girls with thighs
RUN FOR COVER! Somebody call up the Guinness
All chrome dated, they suberb when I drop her
Might, catch me hoppin outta the truck, blowin the L
Mississippi ready to put that ass in order
Dirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destruction
Better yet, turn off the lights,

Where niggaz come through your window with pistols
In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker
.. I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited
Yo.. I'm from the land of kick do's
Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland
And uh, you need to show me what you talkin about
See the way the wrist glow, sick flow
Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh
It's the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin
Where they might shoot you up (ohh) it's not your heart layin
Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein thick
I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars
Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah
Check your rap, rock and pop stations;
(Feat. Ali & Gube Thug)
Gube Thug, highly requested
But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself
I stay..
Yo, check, yo
And the game from the veterans, righteous bars
Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"
And the world might change if ever I quit blessin it
I'm natural wit it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (wit it)
We yellin..
What all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouth
And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+
Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper
Nah I ain't gon' tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myself
Come through in the Buick sittin so - love-ly
+Silkk+ headliner, ain't No Limit to how I +Shock+ ya
Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan
Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons
Nelly - Down In Da Water
I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I
Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin tremendous
Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit
We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas
Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells
I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it
I'll turn this bitch into a disco
like Bruh Man off the fifth flo'
It go..
So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank
Hood crime highly infested
Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water
END
You gettin close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks
All these haters, they suberb when I cock the
Get it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap)
I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon