Nelly Feat. E-40 - Country Grammar lyrics

rate me

Aight, yeah

Hot shit

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

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

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 way

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

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 glamor

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

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover

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 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

Louisiana, all my niggaz with 'Country Grammar'

Smokin' blunts in Savannah

Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover

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 how to make these millions

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' brokers 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

Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover

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