This Goes Out

(feat. Nelly, Roscoe, Cardan, Lil' Jon, Lil' Wayne) [Nelly]

Uh, Yeah Ohh-

Ohh What we have herre?

Uh, Yeah Ooohh

Uh, Yeah Ooohh [Hook 1: Nelly]

This goes out to my

Midwest crew

Now hold ya

M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me

****** em all day, ****** em all night

Candy paint on d's and fo's [Verse 1: Murphy Lee]

Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, ******t, rap

Hip-Hop, kid and nap

Snoop Dogg '

Lac wit the diamond in the back

I rep it like a mayor mayn

Summin like a playa mayn

St. Louis cookin' and

I'm Murphy

Lee the killer mayn

Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam

Praise the

Lord or say peace to

God I'm just a

Skool Boy, call me

Mr. Do-What-

You-Do-Fool

Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to

Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked

You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say ******t

I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em

I aint dyin' but yo

I'm definitely fight for em

And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em

And buy at the bar whatever gon keep the night goin

Do what you do and you do it, just do it big

And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz.. [Hook 2: Nelly]

This goes out to my

West Coast crew

Now hold ya

Dub up in the airr if ya feel me

****** em all day, ****** em all night

Hit the switch on yo six fo's [Verse 2: Roscoe]

Naps, rock, skit

West Coast style t-******rt, khaki lack

Swerve in the

Cadillac Young

Roscoe, the black

Burt Bacharach serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats

And I dip wit you ******,

I take you on a ride

Through that place known worldwide

It's the Westside..

Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs

Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the

Caddy shack

Los Angeles where they sag to the mud

Drop the back let it drag, du rags full of thugs

Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat"

Why A's decay, we way hard ok?

I rock a 5 double

O wit the bubble nose

Stop, drop the top

I holla at a couple hoes

Fo sho they wanna roll wit the

Philly fanatic

Runnin' the radio in

Cali cuz I stay in the traffic [Hook 3: Nelly]

This goes out to my

East Coast crew

Now hold ya

E's up in the airr if ya feel me

****** em all day, ****** em all night

Rock ya hoodies and

Timbo's [Verse 3: Cardan]

Yo, Yo, step in the party like..

Sippin' on

Bacardi like..

I hooked up wit the '

Tics they like...

It's gettin' frisky for me

Girls, they strippin for me

Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay)

I gettin brain and, pimpin'

I cant complainin'

It's crazy

I can't explain it, it's the

Derrty Entertainment

Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow

Lovin' this track cuz we gonna rock and roll

I huff and puff until my indo's gone

So I, get to stompin' wit my

Timbo's on

We might be floppin' homey, we all critic

Welcome to

Harlem World

A.K. New York

City We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'

Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleepin'

I came to do this wit my derrty

Murphy Y'all ******s betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay) [Hook 4: Nelly]

This goes out to my

Dirty South crew

Now hold ya

S up in the airr if ya feel me

****** em all day, ****** em all night

If ya tempted to throw them bows [Bridge: Lil' Jon]

Get yo hands up ******

Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]

We gon drink a fifth of hen

And we gon rock it to this ****** - [repeat 2X]

We represent that

Dirty We aint expectin' no ******t - [repeat 2X]

We wild out in the club

Same click we don't give a ****** - [repeat 2X] [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]

Lil' Weezy, ******'

Baby, 5'4" fo' 4-5 make a ****** go.. (Ooooh) I'm a fly young ******, ho South cold's great Stay low when get cake, oh.. Yeah, me no play we can take it outside Never met a ****** take myself pride It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5 I represent that Money I aint scared to throw my click up Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, ****** I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants Give you this respect I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath [Bridge: Lil' Jon] Get yo hands up ****** Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X] We gon drink a fifth of hen And we gon rock it to this ****** - [repeat 2X] We represent that Dirty We aint expectin' no ******t - [repeat 2X] We wild out in the club Same click we don't give a ****** - [repeat 2X]