Nelly has been equally active as a businessman; among other ventures, in 2003 he released his own energy drink called "Pimp Juice," and in 2004 he became a minority owner of the NBA's Charlotte Bobcats basketball team. He is also the CEO of Derrty Entertainment, his own company formed in 2003. Nelly has two clothing lines: Vokal (for men) and Apple Bottoms (for women).
12. Tho Dem Wrappas
Nelly Lyrics
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Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want None
partna im Batter up and leavin heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz Qouta
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reefer thru the Pipe
And give me head all night
And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight
until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the Beast
Nigga, where the Feds, Play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine
Thats how I flo, I gotta get mine partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
(Chorus) x2
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
My nigga, I can make a million
blind-folded, with no shows
using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
And folk O's
Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed
And watch me lock it down from North Cali to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone
'Fore they even bring it home
Matta Fact, I'll tell you what send it back its all wrong
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Matchin' leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win
(Chorus) x2
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I gettin stares from dime bitches,
is he alone? Wheres his misses?
1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's
on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label
No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like Cable
They all screamin my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw the weed plant, B, says who?
- says mace
Then whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case
(Chorus) x2
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
All my Midwest niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
All my Dirty South niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
All my West Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
All my East Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
The lyrics to Nelly's song "Tho Dem Wrappas" are focused on the pursuit of success and wealth through the hip hop industry, specifically through rapping. The song talks about the lavish lifestyle that comes with the industry, including expensive cars, clothing, and alcohol. The lyrics also mention the potential dangers that come with such a lifestyle, such as violence and drug use. In the chorus, the goal is to make a million dollars and go platinum in just two shows, emphasizing the fast-paced nature of the industry and the urgency to achieve success.
The verses highlight the rapper's willingness to do whatever it takes to succeed, whether it be through rapping or with a 4-4 (referring to a gun). The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty and trust, with the rapper only wanting to work with those who have never betrayed him in the industry. Overall, the song portrays the intense ambition and drive required to succeed in the hip hop industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
I ride in a Hummer with my crew, Murphy, Lizzie, and Keyuan
With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want None
Our skills and power are greater than Shaun Jon's, and you don't want to mess with us
partna im Batter up and leavin heads swollen up
I hit hard and leave my opponents with swollen heads
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
I am the king of rap and have it all under control
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz Qouta
Wait a minute, we smoke weed and chill out a lot
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
To teach someone a lesson, I shoot them in the shoulder
I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life
I already said, Tics (referring to his crew) live for the street life
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reefer thru the Pipe
We eat healthy, have good sex, and smoke weed
And give me head all night
And my partner should give me oral sex all night
And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight
If there's a problem, I'm ready to shoot at any moment
until they deceased
Until they are dead
I took ya head off right
I defeated you easily
I live in the Beast
I live in a dangerous and wild environment
Nigga, where the Feds, Play sheist
Where are the police, playing dirty?
I still floss ice, keep it tight
I still wear expensive jewelry and keep it safe
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine
Every time I play my music, I feel like the Black Liberace
Thats how I flo, I gotta get mine partna, any way it go
That's how I roll, I have to get mine no matter what
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
Whether it be through rapping or by using my gun
(Chorus) x2
Repeating the chorus twice
Let's make a Million
Let's make a lot of money
Keep it real for Triple-0
Stay true to ourselves and our identity
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Our eyes are red from drinking lots of Henny and smoking hydro (weed)
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I don't care about women or clothes, I just want to make money
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
I have to become rich and famous by having two successful shows
And get the Dough....
And make lots of money
My nigga, I can make a million
I can make a million dollars easily, my friend
blind-folded, with no shows
Without even performing on stage, blindly
using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
Without even using complex rhyming techniques, only using drugs to sell
And folk O's
And selling crack cocaine
Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed
Give me small quantities of drugs and a reliable dealer
And watch me lock it down from North Cali to BenRos
And see me become the best drug dealer from Northern California to Benicia-Rodeo
Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
I don't want small amounts, give me a lot of money with easy payment
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
On a Navigator with an internet connection
I leave that before its gone
I quickly sell my drugs before they run out
'Fore they even bring it home
Before their home delivery service arrives
Matta Fact, I'll tell you what send it back its all wrong
In fact, I'll tell you to send back the drugs if something is wrong with them
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
My car has two holes in the roof, to let the sun in
Matchin' leather carseat, in case my son get in
The leather car seat matches the interior of my car in case my son rides with me
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
I have a gun in the back in case my son brings a friend
Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win
Having a Playstation in case someone thinks they can beat me
I gotta make a million
I have to make a lot of money
Gotta get myself a million
I need to become a millionaire
Gonna turn that into a billion
I'm going to turn that million into a billion dollars
If not, then I just won't die
If I don't make it, it's like dying to me
Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
Throw your wrappers (wrappers of weed) in the air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
But only if the ice (diamonds) on your wrist is shiny enough
I gettin stares from dime bitches,
I'm getting attention from beautiful women
is he alone? Wheres his misses?
Is he single? Where's his girlfriend?
1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's
One, two, three, four, or five bottles of Cristal (expensive champagne)
on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label
On the table, our arms are strong enough to rip the label off the bottle
No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like Cable
I'm not performing for free anymore, I'm like pay-per-view on TV
They all screamin my name, different shades and race
People of different races and skin tones are screaming my name
Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case
Take them all backstage and let them make their case to me
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Make a million like Jay-Z, without having to move around or work too hard
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
I can sell many records like Michael Jackson without even changing my appearance
They threw the weed plant, B, says who?
They threw the weed plant away, but who said they could?
- says mace
Mase said it
Then whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case
What's our actual plan A? Because plan B, which is a bomb case, is not going to work
All my Midwest niggaz tryin to make a meal,
All my Midwestern friends trying to make money
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
Throw your weed wrappers in the air and make money
All my Dirty South niggaz tryin to make a meal,
All my Southern friends trying to make money
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
Throw your weed wrappers in the air and make money
All my West Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
All my friends from the West Coast trying to make money
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
Throw your weed wrappers in the air and make money
All my East Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal,
All my friends from the East Coast trying to make money
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And get the Dough-O )
Throw your weed wrappers in the air and make money
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JASON EPPERSON, CORNELL HAYNES
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