Funkmaster Flex - Here We Come lyrics

* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" as "Come Over" Yo, whattup baby girl - f** 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 sh** when need be Only n***a that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?) If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?) co*ky 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 bu*ter-soft leather seats, it came like that If s** 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, sh** 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 n***a 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 n***as know, now what? [Chorus] [Nelly] You see me and my n***as 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 n***a (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 ain't 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