Na-Nana-Na

Lyrics

[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 niggas over there, but they ain't takin' my shine Got 7 niggas 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 nigga 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*}