Artist: Nelly f/ Chris Brown, Plies
Album:  5.0
Song:   Long Gone
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

(Ohh, whoa) Woo!
(Whoa, yeah) Hey! Hey!

[Chorus 2X: Nelly + Chris Brown]
Man, you better leave your girl at home man
Cause if I catch her in the club all alone man
She gon' be (long) she gon' be (gone)
She gon' be (yeah) she gon' be (yeah, yeah)

[Nelly]
Yo' girl (yo' girl) so fine (so fine)
Yo' girl, I gotta make her mine (make her mine)
{Ohh} Ohh {whoa} ohh, ohh, ohh
And I know (I know) you don't mind (you don't mind)
Cause I see her alone all the time (all the time)
{Ohh} Yeah {whoa} yeah, yeah, oh yeah
So don't be stupid and bring her to the club (club)
Cause I guarantee I'm gonna snatch her up {whoa}

[Chris] Ohh, well, yeah
[Nelly] I'm 'bout to make your girl my girl, who's girl? Yo' girl

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Cause all it take (all it take) is one drink (one drink)
Cause man I promise she gon' throw that ass on me, yeah
She gon' be {long} ohh {gone} ohh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause I'ma take her to the crib, have her feelin like a kid
Man it's gon' be like stealin candy straight from a baby, yeah
{Ohh} Yeah {whoa} yeah, yeah, oh yeah
And I know, you don't mind
Cause I see her alone all the time (all the time)
{Ohh} Yeah {whoa} yeah, yeah, oh yeah
So don't be stupid and bring her to the club (club)
Cause I guarantee I'm gonna snatch her up {whoa}

[Chris] Ohh, well, yeah
[Nelly] I'm 'bout to make your girl my girl, who's girl? Yo' girl

[Chorus]

[Chris Brown - over Chorus]
You better leave her, ohh!
Yeah, yeah, hey hey, yeah
Oh yeah, ohhhh

[Plies]
Aight papa, I got you dirty-dirty
Aight bruh, aight bruh-bruh

E'rybody turn around and wave at the buster
He in the club with his bitch cause he don't trust her
One wrong move and I'ma fuck her
You a lollipop nigga you a sucker
You broke, and she like hustlers
I'm rich, and I like ho-ers
Hey buster, last chance
If that's yo' bitch you better hold her hand
Cause you don't go to the beach and bring sand
I want yo' bitch, you know my plan
I got hun-dreds in my pants
And they'll fit as 'bout as lame as yo' man, hah!

[Chorus]

[Chris Brown - over Chorus]
You better leave her, ohh!
Yeah, yeah, hey hey, yeah
Oh yeah, ohhhh