Nelly - (Hot S**t) Country Grammar
Chorus: Hmm, I'm going 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 dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, accumulated enough stretch Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans fainted While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it
How me and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop 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
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics
Chorus 2X
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga, ask me again it's going down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound nigga, what you be givin when I'm around nigga
Frown niggas, 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 hey I Say hi, to my niggas 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 niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana
All my niggas wit Country Grammar Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer
Nelly - (Hot S**t) Country Grammar
Chorus: Hmm, I'm going 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 dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, accumulated enough stretch Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans fainted While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it
How me and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop 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
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics
Chorus 2X
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga, ask me again it's going down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound nigga, what you be givin when I'm around nigga
Frown niggas, 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 hey I Say hi, to my niggas 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 niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana
All my niggas wit Country Grammar Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer