Nelly – Country Grammar      (album: Country Grammar  (2000))

Dm   | Gm   | Dm   |  Dm (Gm)   (repeat Chords for song; see riff)

(use open chords; random hammer-ons & pull-offs for groove)

CHORUS (x2):

I’m goin’ down, down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (hot!)
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. Louis rollin’ on dubs
Smokin’ on dubs in clubs, blowin’ up like cocoa puffs
Sippin’ Bud, gettin’ perved and getting 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’
I hang with Hannibal Lector (hot) 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** bionic it’s ironic, slammin’ peoples like Onyx
Lunatics ’til the day I die;  I run more game than the Bulls & Sonics

[CHORUS]

Who say pretty boys can’t be wild peoples?
Loud peoples, O.K. Corral peoples
Foul peoples, run in the club and bust in the crowd peep
How peep? Ask me again and it’s goin’ down peep
Now peep, come to the circus and watch me clown peep
Pound peoples what you be givin’ when I’m around peeps?
Frown peoples talkin’ that s^ when I leave the town peep
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 peoples left in the slamma
From St. Louis to Memphis, From Texas up to Indiana, Chi-Town
K.C. Motown to Alabama,  L-A, New York Yankee peoples to Hotlanta
‘Ouisiana, all my peoples wit “Country Grammar”
Smokin’ blunts in Savannah, Blow 30 mill’ like I’m Hammer

[CHORUS]

Let’s show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you peoples 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
Wit nice peoples, sheist peoples who snatch yo’ life peoples
Trife peoples, who produce and sell the same beat twice, peep ,

Ice peoples, 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, whoo! F**in lesbian twins now
Seein’ now, through the pen I make my ends now

[CHORUS]

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