Nelly
Nelly-Country Grammar lyrics
Songwriters: Epperson, Jason; Haynes, Cornell
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day
(Na na na)
Some got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and fuck all day
I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
Jettin' off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later
Maybe not 'cuz I got somethin' hot
In the Navigata, waitin' in the parkin' lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruffer than The L O X
I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it
Now tell me boys, have ya seen her
Have you seen her, nine millimeter?
Makin' niggas believe us
Hop out the two seater in a Vokal wife beater
Levi's fresh from the cleaners, heavy starch with the cuff
Like fuck it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the Galleria, Plaza of Chesterfield
Rollin' down Hanley Hills in a black Sedan Deville
I used to love it when hit me for a rocker
Maybe a bopper, I kept it proper, a non-stopper, around the clock-a
Now it's cool to pull up the Benz and helicopta, uh
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day
(Na na na)
Some got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and fuck all day
Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and I'm yawnin'
Natural bridge and Kings Highway is where I'm goin'
Wake up man and start blowin', gotta get those juices flowin'
Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time for you cats that just ain't knowin'
Hey, you can find me in St. Louie
In the hole with me Fetty and Leezy gettin' swoll
Grabbin' the Optimo, sharpin' up my flow
Practicin' for my shows, that's usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled
Swingin' through O'Fallon Sounds, knockin' out of control
Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost
The one who's gettin' where he at and he showed you who was the boss
I'm like a human hot sauce, thinkin' I'll burn your thoughts
Your information was false, I'll show you just what it costs
In the M I crooked letter, crooked letter O U R I
No one could do it better, hey
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day
(Na na na)
Some got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and fuck all day
Now in the middle, we keep it crunk and jiggy
Love 'Pac and Biggie the way that you love your sticky
Call Louie, he have you pissy, mix with hen and crissy
Bumpin' Tim and Missy with Slim, he used to diss me
In the red Expedishy, that's okay though
She can ride for the day though, can't even be a house guest Kato
I'm a dog I said it rough, now call me snoopy
Wouldn't have me in a hoopie, now you see me in a coupie
In front of Utopia, I'm hopin' ya come down herd chippin'
May I'm toastin' ya thanksgiving in these parts
Yo we roastin' ya and when the heat come down, get ghostin' ya
(God bless us)
Loax with us, just how he jokes with us
My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust
Don't be provokin' us, it ain't no joke in us
Just the North, South, East, West Coast, and us
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day
(Na na na)
Some got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and fuck all day
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day
(Na na na)
Some got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and fuck all day
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play ring all day
(Na na na)
Some got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and fuck all day
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Nelly-Country Grammar lyrics © Jay E's Basement; D2 Pro Publishing; Jackie Frost Music; Bmg Songs, Inc.; Universal Music Corp.
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