*featuring E-40
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[Nelly]
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Aight, yeah
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(Hot shit!)
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[Verse 1 - E-40 + (Nelly)]
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E-40 (um I'm goin)
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Let me breathe on ya man
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Let me speak upon a man
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Let me teach you somethin about this game (mmhmm)
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Let me show you how to swing
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push pedal, that candy cane
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On the turf where the law can't scare me (yeah)
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Pushin that candy, drinkin that brandy
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Livin that turf, like me and my family
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Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent
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Bustas on the corner of the block gettin bent
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Me and my folks we on one (on one)
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We don't be trippin off that (nothin)
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Players about to be somethin (somethin)
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A music and beat be somethin (somethin)
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Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the thirteenth
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E-40 and the Lunatics off to drink
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Lookin for the chicks in hot pink
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I'm so throwed I need a shrink
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I'm so throw, throwin up in the sink
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Right back up with the bunnies and Henn
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Gettin that hunny with the peaches and cream
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Not a main thing, but a one night flang
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Do my thug things, livin off the king pin
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Household thug, for all up in my business
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26 inch chrome rims spin
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Don't check me, check your chick man
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([Nelly:] yeah, hot shit!)
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Boss floss (boss floss)
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You lose you lost (you lose you lost)
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True false (true false)
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Hoes cost (hoes cost)
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What do I look like spendin my yay
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But man hunny better pay me paper man
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Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man
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The Hillside didn't raise no buster man
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[Verse 2 - 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 gettin 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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Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!)
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So feel me when I bring it, 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 with 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, I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
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[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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[Verse 3 - 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 slammer
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From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
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Chi-Town, 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 with "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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[Verse 4 - Nelly]
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Let's show these cats how 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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With nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz
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Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the
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Country Grammar (E-40 Remix)
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| Nelly |
