Country Grammar (Hot...)

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Slammin' niggaz like Onyx
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
But man hunny, better pay me paper man
Push pedal, that candy cane
Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga
Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law
Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now
Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
26 inch chrome rims spin
L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Man, I'm a honey mackin', Hillside hustler man
I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink

Not a main thing but a one night flang
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now

I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
Do my thug things, livin' off the king pin
Household thug, for all up in my business
Smokin' blunts in Savannah
Louisiana, all my niggaz with 'Country Grammar'
Don't check me, check your chick man
You can find me in St. Louis, rollin' on dubs
Let me speak upon a man
Play by my rules Boo and you gon' stay high
Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit

Hoes cost, hoes cost
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Let's show these cats how to make these millions
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Let me teach you somethin' about this game
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana

Let me show you how to swing

Boss floss, boss floss
What do I look like spendin' my way
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound

Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the Thirteenth
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
From broke to havin' brokers my price Range is Rover
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now

And it's all because 'ccumulated enough scratch
Now I'm knockin' like Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
I'm so throwed, I need a shrink
On the turf where the law can't scare me, yeah
I'm from the Lou and I'm proud

I win now, fuckin' lesbian twins now
Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed
With nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz
The Hillside didn't raise no buster man
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
Gettin that hunny with the peaches and cream
Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector, hot shit
See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz

Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent
E-40, um I'm goin'
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Yeah, hot shit
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud, what?

My grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic

Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now
Give me D's with a rubber hammer
Players about to be somethin', somethin'
Right back up with the bunnies and Henn

True false, true false
Livin' that turf, like me and my family
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit
Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound

Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
Playa my style's raw, I'm 'Born to Mack' like Todd Shaw
A music and beat be somethin', somethin'
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
May I answer yo 'Third Question' like A.I

So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon
Forget the fame and the glamor
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

You lose, you lost, you lose, you lost
Say hi to my niggaz left in the slammer

Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, hot shit
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Lunatics 'til the day I die
Talkin' really and I need it mon
Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when I leave the town nigga
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin' down nigga
And it's candy painted, fans fainted while I'm entertainin'
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
E-40 and the Lunatics off to drink
Let me breathe on ya, man
'Kid' quicker than 'Billy', mon
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga

Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Fuck bionic it's ironic

Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin'
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound

We don't be trippin' off that, nothin'
Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer
Me and my folks we on one, on one
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit