Nelly - Country Grammar Lyrics
(HOT SHIT!)Chorus: NellyHmmmmmI'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon)Street sweeper baby, *****ed ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!)Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, *****ed ready to let it goShimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now[Nelly]Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubsSmokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffsSippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbedDaps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugsAnd it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretchjust to navigate it, wood decorated on chromeand it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertaininWild ain't it? How me and money end up hanginI hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring itSing it loud (what?) I'm from the Lou' and I'm proudRun a mile - for the cause, I'm righteous above the lawPlaya my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd ShawForget the fame, and the glamourGive me D's wit a rubber hammerMy grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic***** bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like OnyxLunatics til the day I dieI run more game than the Bulls and SonicsChorus[Nelly]Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggazFoul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd niggaHow nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down niggaNow nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown niggaPound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm around niggaFrown niggaz, talkin shit when I leave the town niggaSay now, can you hoes come out to play nowHey I'm, ready to cut you up any day nowPlay by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay highMay I, answer yo' +Third Question+ like A.I.Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slammaFrom St. Louis to MemphisFrom Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-TownK.C. Motown to AlabamaL-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar"Smokin blunts in SavannahBlow thirty mill' like I'm HammerChorus[Nelly]Let's show these cats to make these milli-onsSo you niggaz quit actin silly, mon+Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, monTalkin really and I need it monFoes I kick em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, monKeys to my Beemer, mon - holla at Beenie ManSee me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any monthrough Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingslandwit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggazTrife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga(HOT SHIT!) Ice niggaz, all over close to never soberFrom broke to havin dough, cause my price Range is RoverNow I'm knockin like Jehovah - let me in now, let me in nowBill Gates, Donald Trump let me in nowSpin now, I got money to lend my friends nowWe in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s nowI win now (Whoo!) *****in lesbian twins nowSeein now, through the pen I make my ends nowChorus
