City Spud - Yea I Know

〈pre-chorus: nelly〉
My jeans fresh from the cleaners, mane
Fitted pocket, pull the chain
(damn, boy, you clean)
You ain't gotta tell me this

〈chorus: nelly〉
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Who you looking for?
The derrty right here
30 inches on my old school
24's is old news (and you riding smooth?)
You ain't gotta tell me this
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Yeah i know, yeah i know
I know y'all niggas can't stand me
I can barely stand my damn self
Who you looking for?
Who you, who you looking for?
Who you looking for?
The derrty right here

〈verse 1: ali〉
Six right now, cross back, fifteen, honda seat
Hell yeah, mine bond, strip dub on beef
Bowling ball pay, thirty inches on my feet
30's on the truck, this ain't no truck, this sucker free
Classic in this boss, rеal boss, speed off
Here i go, make it floss, еighty-four, call it moss
All this floss imported, fall out knowledge, jeans to jordans
Came thirty niggas to me, 'cause my hood is so important
My derrty just came home, he have four but he did three
Hbo, say he cool just as long he with me
Posted in the vip, brand new from head to toe
(damn, boy, you clean)
Ma, you ain't gotta tell me
〈pre-chorus: nelly〉
My jeans fresh from the cleaners, mane
Fitted pocket, pull the chain
(damn, boy, you clean)
You ain't gotta tell me this

〈chorus: nelly〉
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Who you looking for?
The derrty right here
30 inches on my old school
24's is old news (and you riding smooth?)
You ain't gotta tell me this
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Yeah i know, yeah i know
I know y'all niggas can't stand me
I can barely stand my damn self
Who you looking for?
Who you, who you looking for?
Who you looking for?
The derrty right here

〈verse 2: city spud〉
Uh, ayo, i'm c-i-t-y, old school levi
New school feel like pimpin' since i mean why
The s-p-u-d, old school cuddy
New school money, your girl's best buddy and yup
She wanna fuck me and it's just because my dug ice
It's the polo rug-by, check the polo rug-by
The gleam on the wrist so mean plus it's chunk ice
You should see it in the lights, the zippy lookin' lovely
I'm fresh out the pen, whippin' in the benz
You see it changing colors, i'ma make it change again
I made it through the left shit, i'm bangin' up my rims
I'm tryna fuck with him, i'm tryna fuck with them
〈pre-chorus: nelly〉
My jeans fresh from the cleaners, mane
Fitted pocket, pull the chain
(damn, boy, you clean)
You ain't gotta tell me this

〈chorus: nelly〉
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Who you looking for?
The derrty right here
30 inches on my old school
24's is old news (and you riding smooth?)
You ain't gotta tell me this
Yeah i know, yeah i know
Yeah i know, yeah i know
I know y'all niggas can't stand me
I can barely stand my damn self
Who you looking for?
Who you, who you looking for?
Who you looking for?
The derrty right here

〈verse 3: kyjuan〉
How y'all gon' say y'all lookin' for me? lime green ain't hard to find
Check behind that red rope, there i is, sippin' wine
Chief in on that welcome pine, combine with something fine
I know it's not my party, but i seen i'm still to shine
I do this without trying, yeah, right, okay, i'm lying
I wore this on purpose, i love the wind every time
I'm fly every time, color phone every time
I spent every dime that meet kyjuan-derful every time
It's hard to be me, bro, my pockets be too swole
That's why when y'all be seeing me, i want like my knees broke
I dress on my peephole, the st. louis peepshow
I know my chain culture, look at my feet though
〈verse 4: murphy lee〉
I'm talkin' sixteens better than, who him? (all y'all)
Too much like us, that's your first downfall
We on the get it, missus, starts the true religion
Murph say these new edition, hat cocked, groups missing
You see me everywhere; head, wrist, license plate
Didn't have a logo, so fuck it, i used my own face
Cold like the wintertime, hungry like dinnertime
You ain't gotta like him, but, shit, she can call me anytime
Meet you at the finish line, lookin' like a winner
St. louis sinner, i stand out like a sinner
Sixteen hard five, nine got bodied
Two much for my damn self, ass getting bodied

City Spud is a part of the St. Lunatics, a group that included Nelly.

Per The Riverfront Times, he was often mistaken for Nelly’s brother, and his name was explained by Ali (another member of the St. Lunatics) as follows:

We called him City Spud for the fact that he was -- it was like calling a fat person Tiny. He was from the county. He was always from the county, real passive, real nice, real neat, just a really cool guy. He was so county that we called him City.