Cut It Out lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Cut It Out



 Send "Cut It Out" Ringtone to your Cell 

 P.I. Yeah, aye, wussup cuz, it's going down

east side yeah, your boy sean p, nelly, pimp C,
aye



my paint too wet bitch, never pay
my set bitch

blue and red make green, just
cash the check bitch

went to the car lot,
bought me a Vanquish

never trick my money
in the club with a skank bitch

big shrimp
on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]

pushin cookies in the soft ones

i can do
better, by myself, not bad

girl ate the
whole thing if she call me Chad

the reppas
aint settin up there, they mad

rappin like
us gotta hit, but you a fag

i'm a young
country nigga, uncut like snow

make them
young bloodz get down on the flo'

make them
young niggas put candy on the let[?]

you got
clouds in them diamonds, take that monkey shit
back

cuz, smokin high, throwin up, keep
that lean off in my cut

smokin high,
throwin up, keep that heat off in our truck



[CHORUS]

When i hit the parkin lot
and the 5th wheel drop

you know damn well,
you dont wanna see me, all eyes on me

when
i'm fresh from the jeweler and it's sunny
outside

you know damn well, you dont wanna
see me, all eyes on me

when i'm freezed up,
j'd[?] up, e'z in my k'z[???]

you know damn
well, you dont wanna see me all eyes on me

from all the niggas thats trill to them niggas
unreal

you know damn well you dont wanna
see me, uh-uh

so quit it man, lil boy, cut
it out, look here

quit it man, lil boy, cut
it out, look here

quit it man, lil boy cut
it out, go head

no watch my fingers, lil
boy, cut it out, hold up!



i aint
choose yo chick, yo chick chose me

i aint
gotta pick one, imma take alla these

for
every hundred you got, imma peel off three

hey, dont worry bout it lil boy, the bill on
me

eight years now, you can call me a
vet

that money you got, call that a forth
of my neck

we dont call paint shiny, we
call paint wet

a duro strawberry colored
coup, call that a mint

got a few rides
already, got a few more to cop

got a blue
one thats hard, got a black one that drop

got a buick thats green, the same color my
snot

lil daddy, you aint the shit, you
might as well get off the pot

that's some
new st. louis shit, yeah thats funny

but
imma stick with the old, the new dont make enough
money

do when im old, wipe me down

when they dirty, wipe them down

you think
i showed my ass before

sit front row and
watch me now!

cuz my grandmama hate it but
my lil mama love [x2]



[CHORUS]



28 inches sittin tall, it's
ridiculous

with a slow yellow bitch 

cuz that's the type i kick it with

rydin
with a stupid pack and a couple stupid cats

they call us the goon squad

so you know
we stupid strapped

shuttin down the parkin
lot

we're doin the moonwalk

i aint
stuntin' now hoe cuz i'm tryin to blood talk

i be where they work at, where niggas get
merked at

her wish bread[?] where they
mount it up and drop the purp at

cant you
tell im hood rich

you aint from my hood
bitch

dont you see the leather seats

the way we grip the wood pimp

goin hard
on it, while i signed on it

supose to buy
the hood, this is all grind money

poppin
tangs on it, throwin grands on it

nelly
grabbed the wheel and made the chevy dance on

i'm a block star, aint a phony nigga [naw,
never!]

a phone call a had em youngstas on
on ya nigga

so dont start no shit, wont be
no shit[x2]



[CHORUS]