Nelly – Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

Download another hot mp3 song by Nelly and this amazing song is titled “Country Grammar (Hot Shit)”.

Actually this amazing song was released in the year 2000 under their trended album which is titled “Country Grammar”.

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Country grammar hot Shit lyrics

[Intro]

Hot Shit (Hot Shit)

[Chorus]

Mmmmm, I’m going 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

I’m going 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

[Verse 1]

Mmmmm, you can find me in St. Louis rolling on dubs

Smoking on dubs in clubs, blowing up like Cocoa Puffs

Sipping Bud’, getting perved and getting 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 fainting while I’m entertaining

Wild, ain’t it? How me and money get acquainted

I hang with Hannibal Lecter (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, slamming niggas like Onyx

Lunatics till the day I die

And I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics

[Chorus]

I’m going 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

I’m going 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

[Verse 2]

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 going down, nigga

Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown, nigga

Pound niggas, what you be giving when I’m around nigga

Frown niggas, talking that 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 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

Louisiana, all my niggas with “Country Grammar”

Smoking blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mil’, like I’m Hammer

[Chorus]

I’m going 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

I’m going 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

[Verse 3]

Let’s show these cats to make these

Millions so you niggas quit acting silly, mon

Kid quicker than Billy, mon, talking really and I need it mon

Flows, I kick ’em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon

Keys to my Beemer, mon, holler at Beenie Man

See me, mon, chiefin’, rollin’ deeper than any mon

Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland

With 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 having brokers, my price-range is Rover

Now I’m knocking like Jehovah; 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 10’s now

I win now (Woo!), fucking lesbian twins now

Seeing now, through the pen I make my ends now

[Chorus]

I’m going 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

I’m going 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