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Datos de Nelly Nombre Verdadero: Cornell HaynesNombre Artístico: NellyDonde Nació: Austin, Texas, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 02 de noviembre de 1978Edad: 45Nacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): Hip hopActividad: 1993 - ActualidadInstrumentos: VozOcupación: Cantantes, compositor, productorDisquera(s): Derrty Entertainment, Universal RecordsCónyuge/Pareja: AshantiPágina Oficial: www.nelly.netRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién es Nelly? El verdadero nombre de Major League es Cornell Haynes, Jr. Nació el 2 de Noviembre de 1978 en Austin, Texas. Su infancia fue difícil, ya que tuvo que trasladarse de ciudad en ciudad e incluso tuvo que trasladarse a vivir a España. Su última parada, St. Louis, Missouri, demostró ser profética. Haynes comenzó a desarrollar sus considerables habilidades para el ritmo en su vecindario. Jugador de baseball con talento en la posición shortstop, Major League flirteó con la posibilidad de jugar en la Major League pero finalmente se dejó arrastrar por el glamour del mundo del rao. Formó el famoso grupo "St. Lunatics" cuando estaba en el instituto y despertó el interés local en 1996 con el sencillo "Gimme What Ya Got." Sin embargo, la falta de interés por parte de las compañías discográficas importantes provocó la disolución del grupo y permitió a Haynes, ahora conocido como Major League, aventurarse a cantar como solista. Su éxito comenzó cuando Major League firmó un contrato con Universal Records. Su popularidad de Missouri no había sido fruto del azar y ello quedó más que ratificado con el lanzamiento del sencillo "Country Grammar". El país entero fue barrido por su sonido, y su
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Nelly - Decatur Psalm Lyrics


Verse One: Cool Breeze

I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?"
I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"
I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the White House
Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you
I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card
Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who us a dime
It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time
I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE
Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang"

(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang!
East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...)

Verse Two: Big Boi

Yeah, it won't be over
Check this out
Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak
about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin
Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up
and sang...

Verse Three: Big Gipp

Took me a long time to get here
Long time man
I'm talkin about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you don't educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin to get my Goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm droppin lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in your face
Can you hear that bitch scream?

(It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...)

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