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Country Ghrammer

Hmm, I’m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Hmm, I’m going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
(Nelly)
You can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
Smoking dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it’s all because, accumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome
And it’s candy painted, fans fainted
While I’m entertaining, wild ain’t it
How me and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot sh*t)
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I’m from the Loop 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
Fuc* bionic it’s ironic, slammin nig*as like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
Who say pretty boys can’t be wild nig*as
Loud nig*as, O.K. Corral nig*as
Foul nig*as, run in the club and bust in the crowd nig*a
How nig*a, ask me again it’s going down nig*a
Now nig*a, come to the circus and watch me clown nig*a
Pound nig*a, what you be givin when I’m around nig*a
Frown nig*as, talkin sh*t when I leave the town nig*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 hey I
Say hi, to my nig*as 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 niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana
All my niggas wit Country Grammar
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill like I’m Hammer
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
Let’s show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you nig*as quit acting silly, mon
My +Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon
Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly 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 nig*as
Sheist nig*as, who snatch yo life nig*a, trife nig*as
Who produce and sell the same beat twice, nig*a, ice nig*a
All over close to never sober
From broke to havin dough, ’cause my price Range is Rover
Now I’m knockin like Jehovah
Let me in now, let me in now
Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in, we spin now
I got money to lend my friends now, we in now
Candy Benz, Kenwood and 10s now (Whoo!)
Fu**in lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now
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