Country Grammar

Nelly

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    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now
    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now

    Mm, you can find me in Saint Louis, rollin' on dub's
    Smokin' on dub's in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
    Sippin' Bud, gettin purped 'n gettin' dubbed
    Daps 'n hugs, mean mugs 'n shoulder sh'ugs
    And it's all because I accumulated 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 'n money end up hangin'
    I hang with Hannibal Lector, so feel me, when I bring it
    Sing it loud (what?): I'm from the Lou' 'n 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 'n tonic 'n chronic
    Fuck bionic, it's ironic, slammin' niggas like Onyx
    Lunatics, till the day I die
    I run more game than the Bulls 'n Sonics

    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now
    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now

    Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas?
    Loud niggas, ok-Corral niggas, foul niggas
    Run-in-the-club 'n 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 niggas, what you be givin' when I'm around, nigga?
    Frown niggas, talkin' shit when I leave the town, nigga

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    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 AI
    Say hi to my niggas left in the slammer
    From Saint Louis to Memphis
    From Texas, back-up to Indiana, Chi Town
    KC, Motown to Alabama
    LA, New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
    Louisiana, all my niggas wit' country grammar
    Smokin' blunts in Savannah
    Blow thirty mil' like I'm Hammer

    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now
    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now

    Let's show these cats to make these millions
    So you niggas quit actin' silly, man
    Kid quicker than Billy, man
    Talkin' really: And I need it, man!
    Flows, I kick 'em freely, mon, 'specially off Remy, man
    Keys to my Beemer, man
    Holla at Beenie Man
    See me, man, cheifin', rollin' deeper than any man
    Through Jennings, man, through you-City back up to Kingsland

    Wit nice niggas, sheist niggas, who-snatch-ya'-life niggas
    Trife niggas, who produce 'n sell the same beat twice, nigga
    Ice niggas, 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 inches now
    I win now (whew!), fuckin' lesbian twins now
    Seein' now, through the pen, I make my ends now

    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now
    I'm goin' down-down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
    Street-sweeper, baby, cocked 'n ready to let it go
    Shimmy-shimmy, coco–what? Listen to it pound
    Light it up 'n take a puff, pass it to me now

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    Composition: Jay-E and Nell Nelly

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