Nelly Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Country Grammar (E-40 Remix) Lyrics

(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 SHIT!)

 Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober

 From broke to havin bro-kers 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!) fuckin lesbian twins now

 Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now

 

 [Chorus]