Hey, hey what’s up Nelly? Hey dawg I got your page but my cell phone battery was low I couldn’t even all you back right away But look here man, y’all just throw down on the album brotha I just tryin’ to get at ya, we been missin’ each other You call me, I call you, we page, we missin’ But look here ’cause this here for me man I’m ’bout to lay it down and chill man I gotta, I gotta leave the country man I gotta go to Compton
Do your thang Do your thug thizzel for ya boy Playboy partner aight Ced the Entertainer Hey y’all get at me when you can, aight? I’m goin’ man, yeah I’m gone Yea I got these warrants and the police just pulled me over I gotta go I’ll holla