Nelly
(Hot Shit) Country Grammer lyrics
Songwriters: Epperson, Jason; Haynes, Cornell
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
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 getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
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, so feel me when I bring it
(Hot shit)
Sing it loud, I'm from the Lou' and I'm proud
(What?)
Run a mile for the 'cuz I'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame and the glamor
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
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 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
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 to make these millions
So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy, mon
Talkin' really and I need it mon
Foes 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' dough 'cuz 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, fuckin' lesbian twins now
(Whoo)
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
(Hot Shit) Country Grammer lyrics © Jay E's Basement; D2 Pro Publishing; Jackie Frost Music; Bmg Songs, Inc.; Universal Music Corp.
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