Here We Come - Nelly Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" as "Come Over" 

Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal? 

Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho' 

Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already 

And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute 

But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin 

Cause it's too late at night for that y'know? 

Nah no doubt though aight? 

(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl! 

(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh 

[Nelly] 

You know I, spend hot shit when need be 

Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?) 

If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?) 

Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi 

That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy 

I spit game like that, I get brains like that 

Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that 

If sex was football, I'd be a runningback 

I can only get low and I never fumble 

Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone 

So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home 

I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone 

She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg 

You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all 

Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call 

And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall 

So 

[Chorus] 

(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl! 

(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be 

Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground 

Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound 

Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up 

Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..) 

Full countdown, from the sky to the ground 

Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..) 

Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up 

Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up 

[Nelly] 

I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike 

Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight 

Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike 

Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight 

Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low 

Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro 

Swore up and down you never did this before.. 

Whatever just go slow 

Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes 

The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like 

He think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee 

Running through his veins like an IV, highspeed 

Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D. 

Better catch me now while my price is low 

Demandin five digits when the Lunatics blow 

Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what? 

[Chorus] 

[Nelly] 

You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends 

Cause the weekdays too busy creepin 

Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that 

When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken 

Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin 

about a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her 

I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter 

My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner 

I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner 

Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor 

Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her 

SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner 

I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh) 

Beggin your coach let you play for a minute 

The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter 

I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on 

[Chorus] 

[repeated until the end] 

Here we come y'all, here we come