Letra de Country Grammar, Nelly



Chorus: 

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 Shit) 
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 
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggas 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 niggas 
Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas 
Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga 
How nigga, ask me again it's going down nigga 
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga 
Pound nigga, what you be givin when I'm around nigga 
Frown niggas, 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 hey I 
Say hi, to my niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 
Sheist niggas, who snatch yo life nigga, trife niggas 
Who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, ice nigga 
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 10"s now (Whoo!) 
Fuckin lesbian twins now 
Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now 

Chorus 2X

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