Country Grammar Hot Shit song by Nelly from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Country Grammar Hot Shit Meaning
| [[Intro] Hot shit [Chorus] Mmmm, 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 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 [Verse 1] Mmmm, 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, 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 get acquainted Plus 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, slammin’ niggas like Onyx Lunatics ’til the day I die And I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics , [Chorus] 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 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 [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 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’ 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 Smokin’ blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mil’, like I’m Hammer , [Chorus] 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 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 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, 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 your 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; 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), fuckin’ lesbian twins now Seein’ now, through the pen I make my ends now , [Chorus] 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 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] |
