Origineel
* 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
Vertaling
* verscheen oorspronkelijk op “Funkmaster Flex IV” als “Come Over”
Yo, whattup baby girl – fuck is the deal?
Nah youknah I’ms sayin I’m on my way fo’ sho’
Nah nou Kejuan en Murph zijn al bij me
En je weet dat Leezy onderweg is, we zijn er in een minuutje
Maar wat is er met jou aan de hand? Want ik hoop dat je niet aan het liegen bent
Want daar is het te laat voor, weet je?
Geen twijfel mogelijk, oké?
Hier komen we, meid!
Baby girl, uhh uhh
[Nelly]
You know I, spend hot shit when need be
De enige nigga die een foto kan maken in 3-D (Wat?)
If need be I’m leavin the party with Cindy (Wie is dat?)
Cocky bowlegged lang haar en Fendi
That ain’t nuttin – hoe zit het met haar tweelingzus Mindy
I spit game like that, I get brains like that
Boterzachte lederen stoelen, het kwam zo
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
Dus if it’s on it’s on, shit I’m takingin 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 about y’all
Ik ben geen arts, maar ik ben altijd oproepbaar
And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall
So
[refrein]
(hier… komen…) Hier komen we nu meisje!
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! Rustig aan, verander het
Mami niet fronsen, ga naar beneden, warm het op! Hé! (hier… komen…)
Volledig aftellen, van de lucht naar de grond
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
Niet eens Ricky Ralph of Johnny, in plaats daarvan regent het vanavond
Is dit het einde? Damn right I, turn out like Ike
Tot Vanessa Del Rio 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..
Wat dan ook, doe het rustig aan.
Gehaat door alle types, baby vaders en potten
Het type waar ze klaar voor zijn om te vechten, want ik ben degene waar vrouwen van houden.
Hij denkt dat hij strak is, hij denkt dat hij meer spel heeft dan Spike Lee
Running through his aders like an IV, highspeed
Tightest nigga for five G’s of Al D.
Je kunt me beter nu pakken nu mijn prijs laag is
Eandin five digits when the Lunatics blow
Nog een nul voor een show, gewoon om jullie niggaz te laten weten, wat nu?
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
Freakin, with yo’ rat, now picture that
When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin
over een nigga (oooh) zelfs als ik niet bij haar ben
I’m frosty all year while you only in the winter
Mijn zakken worden dikker, jouw zakken worden dunner
Ik ben niet gedoopt dus jij noemt mij een zondaar
Overbetaald, 29, noem me een jonge 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
Ik, begon de wedstrijd op de bank met splinters (uhh)
Smekend dat je coach je een minuutje liet spelen
The last seconds of the game you still waitingin to enter
I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on
[Chorus]
[herhaald tot het einde]
Here we come y’all, here we come