U Ain't Him

No way, uh-uh, and you ain't him

Stop it, quit it right now

And you ain't him

Here I is, sorry to keep you waitin'

But now I'm back with more fire than Satan

Listen, wish man this track is blazin'

Better yet, this track amazin'

This track remind me of when the studio was down in this Nick Day's basement

My shit was far from legal

Wrong place on a Buick Regal

Check under that seat, look in the back of that trunk is truly legal

Hold on, better pump your brakes

Don't wanna make no mistakes

Runnin' all the time might get you somethin' hot in your face

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no mace

I'm talkin' that shit that chase

That shit that'll bring you down

and take forensic files gonna solve that case

I hear a lot of I did this

I hear a lot of I did that

It's funny when he go to the stand

and point at his man like "he did that?"

You wanna stand like you're so not gangsta

Plead to the judge, "I'm so not gangsta"

Mm, mm, mm, I believe ya

See, it's just best to play yo cards

You don't try to be who you are

You ain't gotta prove nothin' to me

Motherfucker, I know you ain't got no heart

You say you got yo money right

(I don't believe you)

You say you live the street life

(I don't believe you)

You say you got them keys witchya

(I don't believe you)

I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy, and you ain't him

I been watchin' you sucka, I got my eye on you, man

No, no, no, and you ain't him

He's a facade. No, no, no

He got drilled

And you ain't him

When you keep that drill, all the suckas wanna ride

Yeah, when you goin' 65 with yo skinny tires

He tellin' lies and sellin' pies, I'm sellin' mine

Shots fired, but he expired like this every time

How the fuck you cool? He don't even know the rules

He just flew the coop, he ain't got a chick you wanna move

But I'ma hand you this (show him how it's got to go)

Before you get to management, shorty, you gotta mop the floor

He's not a hustla, he's not a gangsta

Let me take your soul, sucka, I'll thank ya

I'm the boss, you gotta grind if you wanna flow

You say you move them chiggas right?

(I don't believe you)

You say you got a meal ticket

(I don't believe you)

You say you got a white Phantom too

(I don't believe you)

I know a hustla when I see him, little nigga and he ain't you

You say you got your money, right?

(I don't believe you)

You say you live the street life

(I don't believe you)

You say you got them keys witchya

(I don't believe ya)

I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy and you ain't him

Lay back, smoke one

No, no, no

And you ain't him

No, no, no

And you ain't him

No, no, no

And you ain't him

(No, I don't believe you)

(No, I don't believe you)

(No, I don't believe you)

No, no, no, and you ain't him ^[1] 

本名 :Cornell Haynes

出生日 :November 2, 1974

信仰：Missouri

職業：Singer

身高：176 cm – 5 ft 9 in

體重：73 kg – 160 lb

年齡 :37

2000年夏天，嘻哈熱浪吹向聖路易斯，一個名叫Nelly的嘻哈玩家把美國南方俚語與家鄉味跟美國中西部搖擺樂攪和一下，靠着饒舌榜冠軍曲"Country Grammar(Hot S**t)"打出名堂，首張專輯“Country Grammar/家有家規”勇奪全美流行與節奏藍調榜雙冠王.