The Professor - Let Us Go lyrics
[Skit] Nelly: Callin these n***as mayn (*phone ringing*) Nelly: Got me up on wait Man: Can you get that n***a Nelly: I know these n***as is home Nelly: Yo Man: Yo, what up boss Nelly: Yo, where y'all at derrty? Man: Uh, like, like, um, over there Nelly: Yo mayn, get y'all a** out here Man: Where you at? Nelly: I'm at the studio mayn, c'mon Man: Oh, we on our way Nelly: Y'all n***as supposed to be here an hour ago mayn Man: Oh, word Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this n***a talkin 'bout [King Jacob] Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those Word to hispanics, 'atics Rollin nappies and Caddy cla**es (yeah) Gettin harra**ed them by them ba*tards [Professor] Hey yo, I see your color Jacob, they creepin up on the side Just doin they job, f** with us cause there's D's on the ride [King Jacob] Got me queazy inside, plus we got the feezy inside And we "Cheech" while we ride, I can't believe we this high [Professor] Man, if he trippin off this blunt, then he's a b**h cop I roll past the whole constitutes smoke just pourin out the G-top (tops) [King Jacob] Plus my n***a filled to the bompty-bompty Boopin feet turn them sirens on, I doubt if we stop [Professor] I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob [King Jacob] Really they would, that it's still to the good Cause we still in the hood Plus I got a license if he trip and filler that bud [Professor] sh** he about to flag us, fittin to hara** us We catch a free case, if he bag us n***a gonna f*g us out, if he pa** us [Chorus] - w/ ad libs Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those Popo trippin, wanna flag a n***a about his radio No time to panic, hide the automatic and I'll stash the dro Run my name, our plates, my sh** gets checked, you gotta let us go [Professor] They pulled up right on our a** And just as quick as he got on us, U-turned up on the gra** I'm like Jacob your k**in the gas, you school 'em so fast You should be sportin a book in the bag, I looked and just laughed [King Jacob] sh** you know how I do it, gone off that fluid Plus this dope don't help, I'm takin cron needle steps Now we need hoes next cause I'm full of this weed Lookin for "Love Connection" like Chuck Woolery [Professor] Indeed, you know it's time to act a plum fool up Professor and King Jacob it's time these haters shape up And wake up, cause while we got TV's on the ride And D's on the ride, don't hate us cause your girl wanna ride [King Jacob] Young guys, a consolation prize, show 'em what they won guys Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one times Why y'all keep hatin, me and P be ridin by (bye bye) [Chorus] [King Jacob] Dirty I'm outta control, catch me out on the road Drivin too fast or pulled over, hollerin at hoes Don't matter, either way it go, I'm gonna flow On eighty-eight inches, and the dope box smoke Us thoroughbread n***as never show no pain Got your girl in my bed, but I don't know no names Got a ice rolle, a Range on them thangs With a nice crib and I ain't sold no c**aine [Professor] Introduce your please now and direct is complete You'll probably see doin 'tography, eights in the street Up in the ride, body big block with a stick in the floor I do donuts then let cops stare, give chase when I go I'm gonna still kick it with "Lunatics" that sick with the flow I'm sh**tin on hoes, that mine are so clean sittin on both You never know what you expect, you see us out on the road What you expect when it's flossin season, we do this like pros [Chorus] [Skit] Nelly: Yo mayn, what the f** just happened out there Man: Mayn these n***as tryna crucify a n***a man, I mean Nelly: Yeah, I'm try not pop on talkin and sh** Nelly: I'm like what these n***as did done Man: Man they ain't really talkin 'bout nothin Nelly: Man y'all better hurry up and get y'all a** to the studio mayn Nelly: 'Fore y'all get in no more trouble Man: I'm comin yo, I'm tryna Nelly: Y'all n***as gettin locked up, I just bailed you n***as out Man: I know, I thankful for that man Nelly: Bouncin and sh** Nelly: Gotta get this money mayn Man: I'm comin Nelly: Presidents now Nelly: Get y'all a** here Man: Gotta go home in a minute though (*inhale and cough*)