LYRIC

Country Grammar Lyrics

Nelly

I’m goin’ 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
I’m goin’ 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
You can find me in St. Louis rollin’ on dubs
Smoking ’em dubs in clubs, blowin’ up like cocoa puff
Sippin’ bud, gettin’ perved and gettin’ dubbed
Gats and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it’s all because, accumulated enough stress
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 mugs hang wit hay hung wit ’em thugs
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
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 going to “Mack” like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamor, give me D’s wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be’s Ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
F..k bionic it’s ironic, slammin’ niggas like Onyx
Lunatics ’til the day I die, I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics
I’m goin’ 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
I’m goin’ 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
You say pretty boys can’t be wild niggas
Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, run up in the bustin’ the crowd nigga
How nigga, ask me again it’s going down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Frown niggas, what you be givin when I’m around nigga
Frown nigga, talkin’ that shit when I leave the town nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Hey yo, ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules boo and you gon’ to 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, KC Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York, Yankee niggas, to hot Atlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas wit country grammar
Smokin’ blunts in Savanna, 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
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
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 wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Let’s show these cats how to make these millions
So you niggas quit actin’ silly mon
Kid quit feelin’ billy mon, talkin’ really and I need it mon
Foes I keep filly mon, specially of Remi mon
Keys to my Beemer mon, holla and beep me mon
See me mon cheifin’ rollin’ deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kings land
Wit nice niggas, shice niggas who snatch yo life nigga
Trife niggas, super ducers sale the same twice nigga
Ice niggas 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
Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now, we in now
Candy Benz wit wooden tens now, we in now
Woo, fuckin’ lesbian twins now, sin 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
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
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 wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Songwriters: Epperson Jason / Haynes Cornell

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