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Country Grammer (Hot Shit) Lyrics

Album/Collection: Country Grammar
Online Since: 07-Nov-2002
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(Hot Shit) 
(hmmmmmm) 
I'm goin' down down, baby, yo street in a Range Rover (c'mon) 
Street sweeper baby,cocked ready to let it go (Hot Shit) 
Shimmy shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now 
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now 

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 

Verse 1: 
Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin' on dubs 
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like cocoa puff 
Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed 
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs 
And it's all because accumlated enough stretch 
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 I hang with Hannibal Lector 
(Hot Shit) 
so feel me when I bring it 
Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Loop and I'm proud 
Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law 
Playa my styles raw, I'm Born To Mack like Todd Shaw 
Forget the fame and the glamour 
Give me D's with a rubber hammer 
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic 
Fuck bionic, it's ironic, slammin' niggas like Onyx 
Lunatics 'till the day I die 
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics 

(Chorus) 

Verse 2: 
You say pretty boyz can't be wild niggaz, 
Loud niggaz, O.K. corral niggaz, 
Foul niggaz, run in the club and 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 niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga 
Frown niggaz, 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 slammer 
From St. Louis to Memphis 
From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town 
K.C. Mo-Town to Alabama 
L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hot-lanta 
Louisiana, all my niggaz wit Country Grammar 
Smokin' blunts in Savannah 
Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer 

(Chorus) 

Verse 3: 
Let's show these cats how to make these millions 
So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon 
My Kid quicker than +Billy+, mon 
Talkin' really and I need it, mon 
Foes like you come freely mon,especially off Remi, mon 
Keys to my Beamer,mon - holla at Beenie Man, 
See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon 
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland 
Wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz, who snatch your life niggaz 
Trife niggas, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga(Hot Shit) Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober 
From broke to havin' brokers cause 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 10s now 
A winner (Whoo!) Fuckin' lesbian twins now 
Seein now, Through the pen I make my ends now 

(Chorus)

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