Nelly – Country Grammar (Hot Shit) Lyrics

Nelly – Country Grammar (Hot Shit) Lyrics

Country Grammar (Hot Shit) Lyrics by Nelly

The very first single Nelly ever released, and proof he was primed for commercial success. The song is produced by Epperson, and see’s Nelly debuting his wildly popular mesh of singing and rapping. The track is simply about his St. Louis hometown, and how he flexes through the city on a regular basis.

The chorus is an interpolation of the “Down Down Baby” clapping game. The music video adheres to the hip-hop tropes: expensive cars, beautiful women, oversized clothes, and the entire neighbourhood backing him up.

He arrived on the charts that day in February 2000. It shot to number 1 on the US Hot Rap Songs, and began a life long love affair with the international market, charting in Australia, Austria, Netherlands, Canada, New Zealand, Sweden, the UK and Switzerland.

[Intro]
Hot shit (Hot shit)

[Chorus]
Mmmmm, I’m going 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 1]
Mmmmm, you can find me in 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, fans fainting while I’m entertainin’
Wild, ain’t it? How me and money get acquainted
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, slamming niggas like Onyx
Lunatics till the day I die
And I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics

[Chorus]
I’m going 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 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 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 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”
Smoking blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mil’, like I’m Hammer

[Chorus]
I’m going 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 acting silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy, mon, talking 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 yo’ 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 having brokers, my price-range is Rover
Now I’m knocking 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!), fucking lesbian twins now
Seein’ now, through the pen I make my ends now

[Chorus]
I’m going 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