Down In Da Water

[Nelly]
Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper
“Silkk” headliner, ain’t No Limit to how I +Shock+ ya
All chrome dated, they suburb when I drop her
All these haters, they suburb when I cock the
Nah I ain’t goin’ tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myself
But you goin’ see it if you don’t let me keep it to myself
Don’t make me start man, I’m from the heartland
Where they might shoot you up (oh) it’s not your heart laying
Way down in the water
Man look here homie, I’m from the “Show Me”
And uh, you need to show me what you talking about
What all that gawkin about, or you just running your mouth
I’m off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I
The hump back girls with thighs
Where they be built like bricks, praised for being thick
Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit
I stay

[Chorus]
We stay way down in the water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order
(Sh, keep it quiet now)
Way down in the water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order

[Ali]
Yo, check, yo
You getting close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks
So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank
Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon
Cause we pack spear guns and give niggas harpoons
Then we – flood the streets, oh how they, loving me
Come through in the Buick sitting so – lovely
We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas
Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob (ho)
I’m natural wit it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (with it)
I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it
Get it…
I’m concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited
Run for cover! Somebody call up the Guinness
Book of World Records, tell ‘em we poppin tremendous
Dirty we big trucking with weapons of mass destruction
It’s the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin
It go..

[Chorus]

[Gube Thug]
Yo, I’m from the land of kick do’s
Where niggas come through your window with pistols
Like Bruh Man off the fifth flo’
See the way the wrist glow, sick flow
Better yet, turn off the lights, I’ll turn this bitch into a disco
Hood crime highly infested
Check your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly requested
And my gun like Chris, you know I’m gon’ “Tucker”
In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker
And the game from the veterans, righteous bars
I’m in it for longevity, stripes and stars
And the world might change if ever I quit blessing it
Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament
I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon
Shot hoops in size 10, it’s just Jordan
Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells
Might, catch me hopping outta the truck, blowing the L
We yelling

[Chorus: x3]