Nelly, Ali Jones, Gube Thug - Down in Da Water lyrics

Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Diamond and heavy metal rocker
Eight tray hopper silkk headliner
Ain't No Limit to how I Shock ya
All chrome dated, they suberb when I drop her
All these haters, they suberb when I cock the
Nah I ain't gon' tell ya
(uh uh) I keep that to myself
But you gon' 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
(ohh) it's not your heart layin
Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water
Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"
And uh
You need to show me what you talkin about
What all that gawkin about
Or you just runnin your mouth
I'm off the banks of
That M-Icrooked letter-crooked letter-I
The hump back girls with thighs
Where they be built like bricks
Praised for bein thick
Or maybe skinny like a stick
But they fine as shit i stay

We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in
Da water yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready
To put that ass in order
(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)
Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready
To put that ass in order

Yo, check, yo
You gettin 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 - lovin' me
Come through in the Buick
Sittin' so - love-ly
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 (wit it)
I got them gats you got to get it
You and them cats got to get it
Get it (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap)
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 truckin with
Weapons of mass destruction
It's the muddy St louis, get to it
Cash is nothin it go


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 blessin 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 hoppin outta the truck
Blowin the L we yellin