Lyrics:

[Murphy Lee] (Wat da hook gon be) [Murphy Lee:] hahahaha u know!...yo yo yo yo, u neva met a nigga like me yo yo yo, have u eva seen another man who b doin what i do. ahuh yo!whooo [Verse 1] [Murphy Lee:] Now what goes up must come down, but we aint commin down, it be the same ole clowns, evey style pretendin they proud but when u leave town they go round' runnin they mouth, (mayyyne), they somthin like a hatta man, talkin bad about a playa as if im not gon' c ya lata man, u constintly frontin until u confronted on, if u dont like whats gowinz' on go on to another song, cuz i keep a hata guilty, my cars and my money, or a nitemare both come filthy, we skinny and nippie, with fuel on full c i be in my cago bulls, obey no rules to school u fools, school boy earned what we yung do new, ST. luis like blues D.Miles and Larry Hughes and the yung dude done paid yung dudes dues dued. [Chorus] [JD:] but Yo! Wat da hook gon be? [Nelly:] uh ohhh! [Murphy Lee:] C i dont need no fuckin hook on the beat, all i need is the track in the bac round' my head phones loud keep the drink goin round'and imma rip it [JD:] yo yo YO! Wat da hook gon be? [Nelly:] uh ohh [Murphy Lee:] See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat, All I need, is the track in the background, My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip [Verse 2] [Murphy Lee:] The sun'll come out tomorrow, and I will never have to borrow, got my 1st car, when i turned 16, only drove at home, outta town limozines, plus we was broke wit a deal, but nobody could tell so we did -acapo