Country Grammar (Hot...)

Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Do my thug things, livin' off the king pin
My grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic
L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta

I'm so throwed, I need a shrink

26 inch chrome rims spin
Let's show these cats how to make these millions
Push pedal, that candy cane
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when I leave the town nigga
Don't check me, check your chick man
But man hunny, better pay me paper man
E-40 and the Lunatics off to drink
Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin'
Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the Thirteenth
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
A music and beat be somethin', somethin'
Fuck bionic it's ironic
Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover

Play by my rules Boo and you gon' stay high
Me and my folks we on one, on one

Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy

Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer
Playa my style's raw, I'm 'Born to Mack' like Todd Shaw
On the turf where the law can't scare me, yeah

Smokin' blunts in Savannah
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
You can find me in St. Louis, rollin' on dubs
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Let me breathe on ya, man
True false, true false
Give me D's with a rubber hammer
Let me speak upon a man
How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin' down nigga

So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud, what?
Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz
Let me teach you somethin' about this game
I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink
Yeah, hot shit

Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit
With nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
Gettin that hunny with the peaches and cream
Say hi to my niggaz left in the slammer

Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now
Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law
Let me show you how to swing
Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed

Players about to be somethin', somethin'

The Hillside didn't raise no buster man
What do I look like spendin' my way
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga

I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, hot shit
And it's candy painted, fans fainted while I'm entertainin'

May I answer yo 'Third Question' like A.I

Livin' that turf, like me and my family
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs

So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon

Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon

Now I'm knockin' like Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now

Louisiana, all my niggaz with 'Country Grammar'
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover

Right back up with the bunnies and Henn
Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now

Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector, hot shit
E-40, um I'm goin'
From broke to havin' brokers my price Range is Rover

Slammin' niggaz like Onyx
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Household thug, for all up in my business
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
Lunatics 'til the day I die
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man

Not a main thing but a one night flang
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink
I win now, fuckin' lesbian twins now
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
We don't be trippin' off that, nothin'
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Talkin' really and I need it mon
Hoes cost, hoes cost
Man, I'm a honey mackin', Hillside hustler man
You lose, you lost, you lose, you lost
'Kid' quicker than 'Billy', mon
And it's all because 'ccumulated enough scratch
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Forget the fame and the glamor
Boss floss, boss floss
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit
Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent

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