NELLY - Country Grammar (Hot...) lyrics

rate me

feat. E-40)

[Nelly]

Aight, yeah

(Hot shit!)

[Verse 1 - E-40 + (Nelly)]

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 (mmhmm)

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

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

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

([Nelly:] 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

[Verse 2 - Nelly]

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 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)

So feel me when I bring it, 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 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

[Chorus - 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

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

[Verse 3 - Nelly]

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

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - Nelly]

Let's show these cats how 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

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 (Whoo!) fuckin lesbian twins now

Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now

[Chorus]