Country Grammar (E-40 Remix) - Nelly

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(feat. E-40) (Nelly) Aight, yeah (Hot
shit!) (Verse 1 - E-40) + (Nelly) 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 (mmhmm) 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 (Nelly:
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 yay
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 (Verse 2 - 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 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 glamour 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 (Chorus -
Nelly) Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby,
yo street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
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 (Verse 3 -
Nelly) 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 'ouisiana, all my
niggaz with "Country Grammar" Smokin
blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill'
like I'm Hammer (Chorus) (Verse 4 -
Nelly) Let's show these cats how to make
these milli-ons 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
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