Nelly - Country Grammar Lyrics (2024)

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Aight, yeah(Hot sh*t!)E-40(Um I'm goin')Let me breathe on ya man, let me speak upon a manLet me teach you somethin' about this game(Mmm)Let me show you how to swing, push pedal that candy caneOn the turf where the law can't scare me(Yeah)Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandyLivin' that turf, like me and my familyPimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen centBustas on the corner of the block gettin' bentMe 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 thirteenthE-40 and the Lunatics off to drinkLookin' for the chicks in hot pinkI'm so throwed I need a shrinkI'm so throw, throwin' up in the sinkRight back up with the bunnies and HennGettin that hunny with the peaches and creamNot a main thing, but a one night flangDo my thug things, livin' off the King PinHousehold thug, for all up in my business26 inch chrome rims spinDon't check me, check your chick man(Yeah, hot sh*t!)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 yayBut man hunny better pay me paper manMan I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler manThe Hillside didn't raise no buster manMmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubsSmokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa PuffsSippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbedDaps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugsAnd it's all because, 'ccumulated enough scratchJust to navigate it, wood decorated on chromeAnd 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 sh*t!)Uh uh uh so feel me when I bring it, sing it loudI'm from the Lou and I'm proudRun a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the lawPlaya my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd ShawForget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammerMy grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronicF*ck bionic it's ironic, "Slammin'" nigg*z like OnyxLunatics 'til the day I die, I run more game than the Bulls and SonicsHmm, I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover(C'mon)Street sweeper baby, co*cked ready to let it go(Hot sh*t!)Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, co*cked ready to let it goShimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowWho say pretty boys can't be wild nigg*z?Loud nigg*z, O.K. Corral nigg*zFoul nigg*z, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigg*How nigg*? Ask me again and it's goin' down nigg*Now nigg*, come to the circus and watch me clown nigg*Pound nigg*z, what you be givin' when I'm around nigg*Frown nigg*z, talkin' sh*t when I leave the town nigg*Say now, can you hoes come out to play nowHey I'm, ready to cut you up any day nowPlay by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay highMay I, answer yo 'Third Question' like A.I.Say, "Hi", to my nigg*z left in the slammerFrom St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to IndianaChi-Town, K.C., Motown to AlabamaL.A., New York Yankee nigg*z to Hotlanta'Ouisiana, all my nigg*z with country grammarSmokin' blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mill' like I'm HammerHmm, I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover(C'mon)Street sweeper baby, co*cked ready to let it go(Hot sh*t!)Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, co*cked ready to let it goShimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowLet's show these cats how to make these millionsSo you nigg*z quit actin' silly, mon'Kid' quicker than 'Billy', monTalkin' really and I need it monFlows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, monKeys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie ManSee me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any monThrough Jennings mon, through you-City back up to KingslandWith nice nigg*z, sheist nigg*z who snatch yo life nigg*zTrife nigg*z, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigg*(Hot sh*t!)Ice nigg*z, all over close to never soberFrom broke to havin bro-kers my price Range is RoverNow I'm knockin like Jehovah, let me in now, let me in nowBill Gates, Donald Trump let me in nowSpin now, I got money to lend my friends nowWe in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10's nowI win now, woo, f*ckin' lesbian twins nowSeein' now, through the pen I make my ends nowHmm, I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover(C'mon)Street sweeper baby, co*cked ready to let it go(Hot sh*t!)Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, co*cked ready to let it goShimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

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