Country Grammar (e-40 Remix) Lyrics - E-40

Aight, yeah 

(Hot shit!) 

E-40 

(Um I'm goin') 

Let me breathe on ya man, let me speak upon a man 

Let me teach you somethin' about this game 

(Mmm) 

Let me show you how to swing, push pedal that candy cane 

On the turf where the law can't scare me 

(Yeah) 

Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy 

Livin' that turf, like me and my family 

Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent 

Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent 

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Me and my folks we on one 

(On one) 

We don't be trippin' off that 

(Nothin') 

Players about to be somethin' 

(Somethin') 

A music and beat be somethin' 

(Somethin') 

Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the thirteenth 

E-40 and the Lunatics off to drink 

Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink 

I'm so throwed I need a shrink 

I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink 

Right back up with the bunnies and Henn 

Gettin that hunny with the peaches and cream 

Not a main thing, but a one night flang 

Photos 

Do my thug things, livin' off the King Pin 

Household thug, for all up in my business 

26 inch chrome rims spin 

Don't check me, check your chick man 

(Yeah, hot shit!) 

Boss floss 

(Boss floss) 

You lose you lost 

(You lose you lost) 

True false 

(True false) 

Hoes cost 

(Hoes cost) 

What do I look like spendin' my yay 

But man hunny better pay me paper man 

Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man 

The Hillside didn't raise no buster man 

Mmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs 

Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs 

Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed 

Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs 

And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough scratch 

Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome 

And it's candy painted, fans fainted, while I'm entertainin' 

Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin' 

Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector 

(Hot shit!) 

Uh uh uh so feel me when I bring it, sing it loud 

I'm from the Lou and I'm proud 

Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law 

Playa my style's 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'" niggaz like Onyx 

Lunatics 'til the day I die, I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics 

Hmm, 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 what? Listen to it pound 

Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now 

I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover 

Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go 

Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound 

Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now 

Who say pretty boys 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 A.I. 

Say, "Hi", to my niggaz left in the slammer 

From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana 

Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama 

L.A., New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta 

'Ouisiana, all my niggaz with country grammar 

Smokin' blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer 

Hmm, 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 what? Listen to it pound 

Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now 

I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover 

Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go 

Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound 

Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now 

Let's show these cats how to make these millions 

So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon 

'Kid' quicker than 'Billy', mon 

Talkin' really and I need it mon 

Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon 

Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man 

See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon 

Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland 

With nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz 

Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga 

(Hot shit!) 

Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober 

From broke to havin bro-kers 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 10's now 

I win now, woo, fuckin' lesbian twins now 

Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now 

Hmm, 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 what? Listen to it pound 

Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now 

I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover 

Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go 

Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound 

Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now