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| Nelly Country Grammar Country Grammer (Hot Shit) Thanks to lesleyhauck@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics. (Hot Shit) (hmmmmmm) I'm goin' down down, baby, yo street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby,cocked ready to let it go (Hot Shit) Shimmy shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm going down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Verse 1: Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin' on dubs Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like cocoa puff Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because accumlated enough stretch Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome And it's candy-painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin' Wild ain't it? How me and mugs I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit) so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Loop and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Playa my styles raw, I'm Born To Mack like Todd Shaw Forget the fame and the glamour Give me D's with a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic Fuck bionic, it's ironic, slammin' niggas like Onyx Lunatics 'till the day I die I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics (Chorus) Verse 2: You say pretty boyz can't be wild niggaz, Loud niggaz, O.K. corral niggaz, Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin' down nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga Frown niggaz, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga Say now, can you hoes come out to play now Hey I'm ready to cut you up any day now Play by my rules boo and you gon stay high May I, answer yo' +Third Question+ like hey I Say hi to my niggas left in the slammer From St. Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town K.C. Mo-Town to Alabama L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hot-lanta Louisiana, all my niggaz wit Country Grammar Smokin' blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer (Chorus) Verse 3: Let's show these cats how to make these millions So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon My Kid quicker than +Billy+, mon Talkin' really and I need it, mon Foes like you come freely mon,especially off Remi, mon Keys to my Beamer,mon - holla at Beenie Man, See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland Wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz, who snatch your life niggaz Trife niggas, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga(Hot Shit) Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober From broke to havin' brokers cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin' like Jehovah - let me in now, let me in now Bill Gates, Donald Trump, let me in now Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now We in now, Candy Benz, Kenwood and 10s now A winner (Whoo!) Fuckin' lesbian twins now Seein now, Through the pen I make my ends now (Chorus) |
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