Let's Go Lyrics - Nelly

Yo, check 

Aiyyo if I was from New York I'd probably be from Harlem 

An uptown nigga with a hunger for stardom 

Players runningback, coach I can't guard 'em 

If you like me on your team ma, you needs a starter 

Beg your pardon, kid is actin disrespectful 

He walk up in the club, Slick Rick with his neck full 

Goin to start a money war, what is he there for? 

Stacks little paper, what he do that for? 

Throw a few thousand out the roof of my Maybach 

Just a little somethin that I got from Reebok 

We cop, e'rything you see up in the windows 

Shoppin sprees keep me hungry ma, it's time to get some {?} 

Turkey bacon, egg whites all up in my griddle 

Obscene how the protein keep a nigga lean 

... Knahmean? 

It's obscene how the protein keep a nigga lean 

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We got a problem in here?! HELL NO! 

We got a problem in here?! I SAID HELL NO! 

You niggaz wanna set it off?! HELL YEAH! 

You really wanna set it off?! H-H-HELL YEAH! 

Then let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go 

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go (hey!) 

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go 

Let's go, let's goooo (hey!) 

I'm just chillin in my Coupe (what?) chillin in my Coupe (what?) 

I'm chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the side 

I'm just chillin in my Coupe (what?) I'm chillin in my Coupe (what?) 

I'm chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the side 

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I'm like a country-ass Adonis lookin for my goddess 

Same attractin apparatus around, that can find her 

Pulled down the shades, clothes on your body 

She can go behind this lame and let shorty go to work 

Show a couple thou', bet shorty go berserk 

Last night she on the pole, then this mornin she in chruch 

On her knees in both places, man I bet that hurt 

Get you some extra funds, support ya single moms 

Heard she slangin ass so you can say she buy sex 

Plus she got a friend so I hope she bi-sex 

I park right next to her, yeah that's me 

Plus the house up on the hill, baby yeah that's me 

See I'm a U-City alumni, lookin out my one eye 

Similar to Popeye, when I'm on that spinach 

Somebody call up the Guinness Book, it's gotta be record 

Like when I heard the beat I knew it had to be on my record 

Know folks need it, I'm officially elected 

The right to bear arms, I'm officially protected 

So if I call you out, don't argue, respect it 

Matter fact, go hit the showers, you officially ejected! 

I used to slang the Jimmy Crack when I didn't care 

I seen Jimmy jack corn homie, I was there 

When Jimmy turned around with his devilish glare 

I showed Jimmy waistline, partner he wouldn't dare (c'mon) 

I can burn your chest like shots of Patron 

Fuck a drink, I'm talkin 50-cal desert eagle holmes 

... Ah ah ah ah 

I drop down and get my 50-cal desert eagle on (boom!)