Country Grammar (Hot...)

Aight, yeah

Hot shitE-40, um

I'm goin'Let me breathe on ya, man

Let me speak upon a man

Let me teach you somethin' about this game

Let me show you how to swing

Push pedal, that candy cane

On the turf where the law can't scare me, yeah

Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy

Livin' that turf, like me and my family

Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent

Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent

Me and my folks we on one, on one

We don't be trippin' off that, nothin'

Players about to be somethin', somethin'

A music and beat be somethin', somethin'

Where the

Louie at man, where the

Louie the

Thirteenth

E-40 and the

Lunatics off to drink

Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink

I'm so throwed,

I need a shrink

I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink

Right back up with the bunnies and

HennGettin that hunny with the peaches and cream

Not a main thing but a one night flang

Do my thug things, livin' off the king pin

Household thug, for all up in my business26 inch chrome rims spin

Don't check me, check your chick man

Yeah, hot shit

Boss floss, boss floss

You lose, you lost, you lose, you lost

True false, true false

Hoes cost, hoes cost

What do I look like spendin' my way

But man hunny, better pay me paper man

Man, I'm a honey mackin',

Hillside hustler man

The Hillside didn't raise no buster man

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 gettin' dubbed

Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs

And it's all because 'ccumulated enough scratch

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'

Plus 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 ShawForget the fame and the glamor

Give me D's with a rubber hammer

My grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic

Fuck bionic it's ironic

Slammin' niggaz like

OnyxLunatics 'til the day

I dieI run more game than the

Bulls and

SonicsI'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a

Range Rover

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 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

A.ISay hi to my niggaz left in the slammer

From St. Louis to

Memphis, from

Texas back up to

IndianaChi-

Town, K.C.,

Motown to

AlabamaL-A,

New York Yankee niggaz to

HotlantaLouisiana, all my niggaz with '

Country Grammar'

Smokin' blunts in

SavannahBlow thirty mill' like

I'm Hammer

I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a

Range Rover

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 how to make these millions

So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon'

Kid' quicker than '

Billy', mon

Talkin' really and

I need it mon

Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off

Remi, monKeys 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

KingslandWith nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz

Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, hot shit

Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober

From broke to havin' brokers 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 nowI win now, fuckin' lesbian twins nowSeein' now, through the pen I make my ends nowI'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shitShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it goShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now