(hot Shit) Country Grammar Lyrics - Country Grammar - Nelly

Hmmmmm 

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 

Mmmmm, 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 getting 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 

I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it 

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Sing it loud (what?) 

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 wit 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 

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 

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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 slamma 

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 wit "Country Grammar" 

Smokin blunts in Savannah 

Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer 

Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons 

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 

wit 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 (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now 

Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now