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Country Grammar (E-40 Remix)
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(Nelly) Aight, yeah (Hot shit!) (Verse 1 - E-40 + (Nelly)) 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 (mmhmm) 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 ((Nelly:) 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 (Verse 2 - Nelly) Mmmmm, 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!) 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 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 F**k bionic it's ironic, "Slammin" niggaz like Onyx Lunatics 'til the day I die, I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics

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