Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song (Hot S**t) Country Grammar , by - Nelly. Release date: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
(Hot S**t) Country Grammar |
| Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| I’m goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
| Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs |
| Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs |
| Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed |
| Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs |
| And it’s all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch |
| Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome |
| And it’s candy painted, fans fainted — while I’m entertainin |
| Wild ain’t it? |
| How me and money end up hangin |
| I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it |
| Sing it loud (what?) I’m from the Lou' and I’m proud |
| Run a mile — for the cause, I’m righteous above the law |
| Playa my style’s raw, I’m «Born to Mack» like Todd Shaw |
| Forget the fame, and the glamour |
| Give me D’s wit a rubber hammer |
| My grammar be’s ebonics, gin tonic and chronic |
| Fuck bionic it’s ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx |
| Lunatics til the day I die |
| I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics |
| 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 what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| I’m goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
| Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| Who say pretty boys can’t be wild niggas? |
| Loud niggas, O.K. |
| Corral niggas |
| Foul niggas, 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 niggas, what you be givin when I’m around nigga |
| Frown niggas, 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 A. I |
| Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma |
| From St. Louis to Memphis |
| From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town |
| K.C. |
| Motown to Alabama |
| L-A, New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta |
| 'ouisiana, all my niggas wit «Country Grammar» |
| Smokin blunts in Savannah |
| Blow thirty mill' like I’m Hammer |
| 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 what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| I’m goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
| Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| Let’s show these cats to make these milli-ons |
| So you niggas quit actin silly, mon |
| Kid quicker than Billy, mon |
| Talkin really and I need it mon |
| Foes I kick em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon |
| Keys to my Beemer, 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 niggas, sheist niggas who snatch yo' life niggas |
| Trife niggas, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga |
| (HOT SHIT!) Ice niggas, all over close to never sober |
| From broke to havin dough, 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 10"s now |
| I win now (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now |
| Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now |
| 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 what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| I’m goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
| Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? |
| Listen to it pound |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |