I'm goin down down baby, Main street in a Voyager
Mini Van baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Mmmmm, you can find me, in Lomb-Beerrrd rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
and it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin
Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin
I hang with Tom Lechner (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Lou' and I'm proud
Run a mile - for the cause, I'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamour
Give me D's wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics

Ok, so I thought that while I was listening to Nelly, I'd have a little more thought process that I could use to change more of the lyrics from Country Grammar... I guess it takes a lot more than I thought to be Number 1. Now I got to get to stomping in my Air Force Ones, but before I go I'll have to get someone to Ride Wit Me, and tell me how Hot In Herrre it is...

Maybe I should just shoot myself... but at least I have a PROM DATE...

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's happenin now?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Kevin's there ery'night