Nelly's lyrical masterpiece takes us on a journey through his experiences growing up in St. Louis, Missouri. He uses the unique dialect of his hometown, known as 'Country Grammar', to paint a vivid picture of life in the Lou. The song is an ode to his city, its culture and the lifestyle he led before fame. It's about living large, embracing the street culture, and enjoying the finer things in life while remaining grounded in your roots. Nelly also emphasizes resilience and hustle as keys to success, breaking down barriers to make it big in the music industry. The song is ultimately a celebration of staying true to where you come from while chasing your dreams. #StLouisPride #HustleAndFlow
Country Grammar (Hot Shit)
Lyrics
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
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
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your 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 (uh, uh, uh)
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because accumulated enough scratch
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans faintin' while I'm entertainin'
Wild, ain't it? How me and money gettin' acquainted
Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector (uh, uh, uh) (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
Player my style's 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 'til the day I die and I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
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
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your 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 (uh, uh)
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas?
Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, runnin' the club and bustin' 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 your Third Question like A.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., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mil' like I'm Hammer
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
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
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your 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 (uh, uh)
I'ma show these cats how to make these millions
So you niggas quit actin' silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy, mon, talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially 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
With nice niggas, shiest 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' brokers, my price-range is Rover
Now I'm knockin' like Jehovah, yellin' (let me in now), let me in now
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, let me in now
Spend now, I got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and tens now
I win now (woo), fuckin' lesbian twins now
Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
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
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your 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
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Jason Epperson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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