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. 3) Nelly Country Grammar (Hot S) We don’t think we’re telling any tales out of school when we say that the hook on the clean version of Nelly’s Country Grammar is far. Yeah, aye, wussup cuz, it's going down east side yeah, your boy sean p, nelly, pimp C, aye my paint too wet bitch, never pay my set. The cans feature Nelly's lyrics that emphasis his love for his hometown of 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 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 Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas? Loud niggas,O.K. Budweiser will release the Nelly tall boy 25oz cans on October 20 and will available only in St. Hot Shit 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 You can find me in St.
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