[Chorus: Nelly]
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Hmmmmm
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I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!)
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
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I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
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[Nelly]
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Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
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Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
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Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
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Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
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And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough scratch
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just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
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and it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin
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Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin
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I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it
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Sing it loud (what?)
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I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
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Run a mile - for the cause, I'm righteous above the law
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Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
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Forget the fame, and the glamour
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Give me D's wit a rubber hammer
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My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
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Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like Onyx
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Lunatics til the day I die
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I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
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Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz
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Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
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How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down nigga
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Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
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Pound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm around nigga
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Frown niggaz, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga
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Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
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Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now
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Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high
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May I, answer yo' +Third Question+ like A.I.
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Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma
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From St. Louis to Memphis
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From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town
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K.C. Motown to Alabama
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L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta
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'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar"
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Smokin blunts in Savannah
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Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
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So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon
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+Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon
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Talkin really and I need it mon
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Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
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Keys to my Beemer, mon - holla at Beenie Man
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See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon
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through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
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wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz
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Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga
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(HOT SHIT!) Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober
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From broke to havin bro-kers my price Range is Rover
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Now I'm knockin like Jehovah - let me in now, let me in now
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Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now
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Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now
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We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now
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I win now (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now
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Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now
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[Chorus]
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Country Grammar
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| Nelly |
