Nelly - Country Grammar lyrics

[Chorus: Nelly] Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, co*ked ready to let it go (HOT sh*t!) Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pa** it to me now I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, co*ked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pa** it to me now [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 getting 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 I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT sh*t!) 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 wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic f** bionic it's ironic, slammin n***az like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics [Chorus] [Nelly] Who say pretty boys can't be wild n***az? Loud n***az, O.K. Corral n***az Foul n***az, run in the club and bust in the crowd n***a How n***a? Ask me again and it's goin down n***a Now n***a, come to the circus and watch me clown n***a Pound n***az, what you be givin when I'm around n***a Frown n***az, talkin sh** when I leave the town n***a 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 n***az 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 n***az to Hotlanta 'ouisiana, all my n***az wit "Country Grammar" Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer [Chorus] [Nelly] Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons So you n***az 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 wit nice n***az, sheist n***az who snatch yo' life n***az Trife n***az, who produce and sell the same beat twice, n***a (HOT sh*t!) Ice n***az, 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!) f**in lesbian twins now Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now [Chorus]