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Huey - "Down, Down Baby (Nelly Diss)"
Lyrics to Down, Down Baby (Nelly Diss) : (feat. Young Rhome) [Huey:] First things first, I dont like yall niggas talkin shit (me neither) [Nelly:] Im Going Down, Down Baby [Huey:] Blow Your motherfuckin speakers up Lets get it in blow your motherfuckin speakers up [Nelly:] Im Going Down, Down Baby [Huey:] This ol bitch-ass nigga Blow Your mother fuckin speakers up [inaudible riff] [Huey:] Bang, bang, its your game, go fuck wit ya, Choppin hits, you and that motherfucka next to ya. City Spud was the closest to a lunatic, Yall just some crazy ass who aint shootin shit. Got your damn nerve, dissin Huey records, You mad, you a fag, and my nigga Huey rappin Im the real definition of hip-hop, Lost your whole pocket when that Vokal shit flopped. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, Ima murder J-Kwon on this same song. In the club with the Cristal poppin, Only derrty I like is when DJ Crisstyle poppin Bitch, if it aint Crysstyle, it betta be young gipp, Make grands when I hustle, they callin me young tip. Its suicide-just spray you own self, Happiness, boy, heres something, You can save your own self. [Nelly:] Im Going Down, Down Baby [Huey:] Blow Your motherfuckin speakers up [Nelly:] Im Going Down, Down Baby [Huey:] Blow Your motherfuckin speakers up [Huey:] Nelly, who you think you kiddin, you niggas aint no killas, And thug niggas you fuckin with the realist and drug dealas. Drug Ali outside, stuff him in the trunk, Put a bullet in ya head, leave ya smelling like a skunk, punk bitch. Thinkin you can get outta the way from some the bum shit, Bullets sprayed, leavin ya slumped quick. So quick, with all that, thinkin your frontin before ya mamma had eggs in her stomach from all men that she froggin Hey, I pray for ya dummies cuz your skatin on thin ice and steady, playin with thunder, See, see me and uh-oh, trouble, dont say nothing. Your boy so soft got heat and still wont spray nothing. Whats wrong, Nelly, nervous because you see you got competition' Glad your responding, now we know we got your attention, Nigga listen, this is our town now, and cross the Cap, Nigga best believe you goin down south. [Nelly:] Im Going Down, Down Baby [Huey:] Blow Your motherfuckin speakers up [Nelly:] Im Going Down, Down Baby [Huey:] Blow Your motherfuckin speakers up [Young Rhome:] and Im just St. Louis, baby, St. Louis crazy. I aint travelin no where, Ive been in St. Louis lately. Dude sittin on top of the Joint, and I dont act like Im rich, Eryone still stoppin and pointin, like ya thurr it is. We make gangsta music, we just tell it how it is, and how the gangstas do shit. I whip game, fire, and the shoes exclusive, And I love that people think the other dude is useless. I gained 20 inches of canarian blue shit, Were fresh like a pimp, and every day is a new fit. We so heavy, and the mafia so ready, Got a head on our shoulder but its hard to hold steady. Pick and roll, I hold for a room in a hotel-y, Then Oh, hit a night on the phones and an old Chevy. [Chorus] [ Down, Down Baby (Nelly Diss) Lyrics ]
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