Lyrics
Damn, man Who ain't pick up? You know who it is, do what you do Oh, man, this is what you want
Yo, ayy, Nelly, what's up, dawg? It's Ced the Entertainer, get at me, man
I've been hollerin' at you, man, I've Been tryna call you 'bout three days I done called your cell phone, your pager, your voicemail, over your Mama house, your uncle Darryl, and I paged Kyjuan like three times Yeah, y'all get at me, man, I just wanna holler at you, player You know I'm out here in Cali, just doin' it up Hangin' out here, you know, chillin', tryna do a lil' TV You know how I do it, rollin' 'round here in A big body Benz with two dollars worth of gas
Who said it wasn't no future in your frontin'? Get ready to put it down like that with that Country Grammar, right? I heard about it, usin' them words like St. Louis Her, third, put them two capital R's and everything
I feel you on that, right? I feel you, so just Get at me, so I can do a lil' somethin' for you Flip a few things, just call me back, whatever You can't get me, call on my mama house, they know how to page me They'll page me to your number, then I'll call you back Or you can just page my cousin Keith and he'll call My cousin Lil Darryl who got my real pager number And then I'll call you back on his cell phone
Whatever you do, player, do it St. Louis style Put it down for the STL, aight? Now get at me