Country Grammar Lyrics

Aight, yeah
Hot shit

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
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
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 way

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

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 glamor
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
Nelly Feat. E-40 - Country Grammar - http://motolyrics.com/nelly-feat-e-40/country-grammar-lyrics.html
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
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

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
Louisiana, all my niggaz with 'Country Grammar'
Smokin' blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
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

Let's show these cats how to make these millions
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' brokers 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, fuckin' lesbian twins now
Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
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