Country Ghrammer

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 Bibliography A website.