Country Grammer lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Country Grammer



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HOT SHIT
mmmmm
I'm goin down down baby, yo'
street in a Range Rover 
Street-Swepper baby,
cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa
what?  listen to it loud
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 loud
Light it
up and take a puff, pass it to me
now

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 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
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin
niggaz like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I
die
I run more game than the Bulls and
Sonics

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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
slamma
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 wit
"Country Grammar"
Smokin blunts in
Savannah
Blow thirty mill' like I'm
Hammer

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Let's show these
cats 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
wit nice
niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life
niggaz
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the
same beat twice, nigga
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!) fucking
lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen I
make my ends now

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