Woorden: LL Cool J. 10. Niggy Nuts.

It's for the ghetto
For the ghetto for the ghetto, yeah
It's for the ghetto man it's for the ghetto, yeah
It's for the ghetto it's for the ghetto, yeah
It's for the ghetto man it's for the ghetto, yeah

Leanin' dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the block
Behind the Dolce Gabbana shades, peepin' the spots
Frostbit and I'm turnin' blue, that's why I'm so hot
Put the hustle down majorly and never get knocked

Who can grind for this? Momma taught me to swerve
Rent the presidential suite out, snatch ya bird
My motto is dough or die, peace sign in the sky
In the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by

Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you know you can get it, have your wig-piece splitted
Meth asked me to spit it, see my coupes is kitted

And my minks is fitted, lyrically I'm sid-dick
Honey frontin' when you around, I always hit it
The boss is home, regulatin' on chrome
Tell Russell it's line one, LL's on the phone

Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts

Get them niggy nuts, now here's wiggy what
Y'all need to do, when I come through, give it up
Paper stackin', daddy get it crackin'
Chains might be gold, the joints always platinum

And rims always chrome, jeans always pressed
Loot always right, cut always fresh
Gear always dipped, honey always bangin'
You hot? Always, my niggy nuts always hangin'

Hold it down, rocks by the pound
The new 2002 B-Boy sound
Hoes stand back, I'm shakin' up the game
You shoulda never tried, to slide in my lane

Guaranteed to blow the block up
When I ease this milky white drop up
Wanna bang ya, that's all you need to know
50 deep in Summer Jam, I closed the show

Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts

Nuts, y'all, baby stay flowin'
Hit Big B, tell him bring the Mo' in
(Bring it in)
Uhh, we rockin' to the rhythm
(All night baby)
Uncut raw, what we give 'em

Hell yes, bounce to the music
(Bounce)
When the joint come on, everybody lose it
This year leave the bar, hit the floor
Represent, let these clowns know who you are

When it's bangin' like this, why stop?
(Why stop?)
Ask me why I pop Cris', why not?
(Why not?)
The flow of the century
Got your Belve splashin' to the melody, what you tellin' me?

This is fresh 'til the day I die
Leavin' momma with a tear in her eye
You was frontin' for a minute, now what?
You snapped when the joint dropped

Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts
Get off my niggy niggy nuts

Get off, get off
Get off, get off
Is to get off, get off
Get off, get off
Get off, get off
Is to get off nigga