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

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Nelly
Lead Vocals
Jasper Cameron
Jasper Cameron
Vocals
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Songwriter
Phalon Alexander
Phalon Alexander
Songwriter
Jasper Cameron
Jasper Cameron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jasper Cameron
Jasper Cameron
Producer
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Producer
Carl Nappa
Carl Nappa
Recording Engineer
Jared Nugent
Jared Nugent
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Chip Karpells
Chip Karpells
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Letra

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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