Versuri Country Grammar (Hot...)

Aight, yeah 
  (Hot shit!) 
E-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 
  (Mmm) 
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 Henn 
Gettin 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 business 
26 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 yay 
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 
 
Mmm, 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!) 
Uh uh uh 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 
Playa 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'" niggaz like Onyx 
Lunatics 'til the day I die, I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics 
 
Hmm, 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 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.I. 
Say, "Hi", to my niggaz 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 niggaz to Hotlanta 
'Ouisiana, all my niggaz with country grammar 
Smokin' blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer 
 
Hmm, 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 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, 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 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 bro-kers 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, woo,  fuckin' lesbian twins now 
Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now 
 
Hmm, 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