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Nelly - Na-NaNa-Na ft. Jazze Pha (Official Music Video)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Nelly
Nelly
Voix principales
Jasper Cameron
Jasper Cameron
Chant
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Phalon Alexander
Phalon Alexander
Paroles/Composition
Jasper Cameron
Jasper Cameron
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jasper Cameron
Jasper Cameron
Production
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Production
Carl Nappa
Carl Nappa
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jared Nugent
Jared Nugent
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Ingénierie de mixage
Chip Karpells
Chip Karpells
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Man, to tell you the truth, I just wanna go to the club (me too) Wanna tell you my mind (come on) Ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen) This is truely and event Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (come on) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) well uh-huh Well, uh-huh, girl, I'm parked outside and you know that it's sittin' on chrome Hey, I'm just lookin' for a pretty young thang that I can take home Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Shawty, can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! I'm throwin' nuggets out the fellow, I push to carmello Yellow on yellow flooded the band and the bezel (Hear me now) oh, no, did you see the hue? I took the Phantom to the opera, same van roll through the ghetto (Can we leave her?) Shawty need to make up her mind I seen 'em niggaz over there but they ain't takin' my shine Got seven niggas tryin' to be me out here breakin' they spine But they got seven different levels for they minions to mind I want you both shawty, go get it crunk sorty I see your ATL stamp and go ahead and stomp shawty I got that shake now and don't be scared now 'Cause we can come from, the kitchen up to that bed now Shit it ain't nuthin' to a boss, I heat you like air off It ain't nothin', they ain't cuttin', they frontin', that's they loss 'Cause the 'tics is good and the van is paid off And I done got so damn cocky, I took that band-aid off (well, uh-huh) Well, uh-huh, girl, I'm parked outside and you know that it's sittin' on chrome Hey, I'm just lookin' for a pretty young thang that I can take home Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Shawty, can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! A picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Third album, same focus, my intent is to get richer I'm with my dirty Jazze Phizzle, he yieldin' that instrumental You is a cold ass nigga on the track (sho' nuff!) Man, I'm tired of poppin' these bottles, tired of fuckin' these models I'm tired of these menage nights (yeah, right) Psych, I was built for it, I got hip for it I even got a little swagger in my limp for it I done had sex in the city, plus sex in the country (You know) sex in the zoo, directly behind the monkeys (Hold up!) Don't get me wrong, I'm lookin' for Ms. Right But tonight ain't the time, I'm lookin' for right now It's two thousand for a home, I'm in a new home Threw out the Bentley, bought a double R to get some dough It's like I'm holdin' on to permanent mistletoe, I think you been sittin' low I got a driver dirty, he come when the whistle blow (well, uh-huh) Well, uh-huh, girl, I'm parked outside and you know that it's sittin' on chrome Hey, I'm just lookin' for a pretty young thang that I can take home Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Shawty, can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! (Na-na-na-na) I'm smoother than you know (Na-na-na-na) Cadillac do's and bank rolls (Na-na-na-na) I simply go places you can't go (Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) ain't see me in no link but you know that dirty in Brougham I be on my grind (Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) my grind, my grind, my grind With my money on my (Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) mind, my mind, my mind, my mind Plus I'm still in my (Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) prime, my prime, my prime, my prime And we be smokin' that (la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Well, uh-huh, girl, I'm parked outside and you know that it's sittin' on chrome Hey, I'm just lookin' for a pretty young thang that I can take home Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Shawty, can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Writer(s): Zachary Wallace, Cornell Haynes, Jasper Tremaine Cameron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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