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Nelly » Country Grammar
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	(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)
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