Country Grammar (Hot S--t)

Album: Country Grammar (2000)
Charted: 7 7
  • (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]

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