Nelly, Stephen Marley, Murphy Lee - River Don't Runnn lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right down
Right down, light on, right down

They say, walk down the river
'Cause the river don't run
Same thing makes you laugh, makes you cry
That's why what goes around comes around
My son they say, walk down the river
'Cause the river don't run
Same thing makes you laugh, makes you cry
Come on plus I got the rocks
Them yellow diamonds and that bling

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah
And, I've got two twin
Cutlass's interior gatored
I call them Now and Later's
'cause they're candy flavoured you see
I drive one now and drive the other one later
Shit, it's the new Fresh Prince and
All I'm missing is Jada
I've got a hard drive
All I'm missing is data
Please give my number to your sister
I've been missing a dater
I hate to hate a hater
In fact I hate to hate
Hating is hating, you should never hate
Congratulate look here
My attitude is such that you
May never know my mind
I know just what I'm thinking if
I don't want you inside
Yeah, inside my mental, I know you meant well
I'm Out Of Time and out
Of Training Days like Denzel
Never the gangster type, more like a hustler
Man i fuck them ones up out
Them Playboy books and Hustler, man
Honeys and Black Tails, the King magazines
The Maxim or the Eye Candy, Jet Beauty Queens

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a spit it 'til I really
Can't spit it no more nothing's changed
Cell phone's still three-one-four
No, the Derrty ain't moved to near East
West coast i'm a Midwest swinger 'cause they
Love me the most
Some like me humble, others like me to boast
Please, my whole life is
Alphabets and numbers
I take a G4, land to that H2 Hummer
Leave at seven-forty-five in LA
For the summer
I've got the worldwide sale to
Check the e mail plus, 401K plan in A T-L
Got eight females
I see them all from eight to twelve
The only player who can ball without his ACL
Who may not be original but still a don dada
I'm gon' take this beat and flip it
I'm gon' make it hotter
You go ahead and take your plane
And I'm gon' take the chopper
I'm tired of niggers' fronting like
They're top gun shotters' (hey)

Not come running over
Jah-Jah shine his light
Blessed is the day, sacred is the night
Wrong wishers beware now that I am here
Hey, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Lord

Shoot, they thought a Derrty wouldn't
Make it this far
Now I'm supporting my family
They liking who I are
Schoolboy's a hard worker
They consider him a star
I guess that's why they look at
Us as if we're from Mars
Singin-a-ling, I deal with bars
Like weight trainers
Hustling's got me bigger like weight gainers
Always remain a Saint Louis entertainer
My women love me later
How could a hater blame her
Shoot, I'm just that dude that
Kicks bars for a living
Get rich and trick, collect cars for a living
Houses on hills, with great lakes in the back
Bowling alleys in basements
Beds bigger than Shaq's
Damn, look at the leather in
That old school 'Llac they be doo doo green
I wonder who would do that
The original rude dude, considered too cool
Probably know me from touching
Your booty at school