Country Grammar (clean Version) Lyrics

Country Grammar (clean Version) lyrics

HOT ISH (hot ish)

[Chorus]
mmmmmmm im going down down baby, yo' street
in a range rover
(boom)(boom)baby, uh uh, ready to let it go (HOT
ISH)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pow
Light it up and take a
puff, pass it to me now
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range
Rover
(boom)(boom)baby, uh uh, ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa
what? Listen to it pow
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me
now

[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 getting dubbed
Daps and hugs
mean mugs
and
shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
just to
navigate it, fully 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, I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT ISH) uh uh uh
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 wit a
rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics
gin tonic and chronic
scratch
bionic it's ironic
slammin hatas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I
die
I run more game than the Bulls and
Sonics

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[Nelly]
Who say pretty boys can't be
wild
Loud --
O.K. Corral and its
Foul and its
run in the club and
bust in the crowd then
How then
Ask me again and it's goin down
then
Now then
come to the circus and watch me clown
then
Poundin'
what you be givin when I'm around and
Frownin'
talkin
that ---- when I leave the town, then
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 playas 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 sluggaz
to Hotlanta
'ouisiana, gettin paid off this "Country Grammar"
Smokin
------ in Savannah
Blow thirty mill' like I'm
Hammer

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[Nelly]
Let's show these cats to make these
milli-ons
So you ----- quit actin silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy,
mon
Talkin really and I needed mon
Foes 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 Kingshighway
wit nice playaz, sheist playaz who snatch yo' life and
they
Trife when they who produce and sell the same beat twice
(HOT ISH)
with they Ice banging all over close
to never sober
From broke to havin
paper
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!)(uhhh) lesbian twins now
Sin now, through the pen I make my
in's now

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