Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

[Hook] 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] 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, and fainted while I'm entertaining Wild, ain't it? How me and money get acquainted I hang with Hannibal Lector, hot shit,so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud, 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 'til the day I die,I run more game, than the Bulls and Sonics [Hook] [Verse 2] Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas? Loud niggas,O.K. Corral niggas Foul niggas, running the club and busting 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 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 [Hook] [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, holla 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, shiest niggas who snatch yo' life, niggas Trife niggas who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga 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 Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now I win now, fucking lesbian twins now Seeing now, through the pen I make my ends now