Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (Na na na) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer Jettin' off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later Maybe not 'cuz I got somethin' hot In the Navigata, waitin' in the parkin' lot A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruffer than The L O X I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it Now tell me boys, have ya seen her Have you seen her, nine millimeter? Makin' niggas believe us Hop out the two seater in a Vokal wife beater Levi's fresh from the cleaners, heavy starch with the cuff Like fuck it leave it to beaver Catch me in the Galleria, Plaza of Chesterfield Rollin' down Hanley Hills in a black Sedan Deville I used to love it when hit me for a rocker Maybe a bopper, I kept it proper, a non-stopper, around the clock-a Now it's cool to pull up the Benz and helicopta, uh Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (Na na na) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Sunday mornin', crack of dawn and I'm yawnin' Natural bridge and Kings Highway is where I'm goin' Wake up man and start blowin', gotta get those juices flowin' Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time for you cats that just ain't knowin' Hey, you can find me in St. Louie In the hole with me Fetty and Leezy gettin' swoll Grabbin' the Optimo, sharpin' up my flow Practicin' for my shows, that's usually how it goes We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swingin' through O'Fallon Sounds, knockin' out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost The one who's gettin' where he at and he showed you who was the boss I'm like a human hot sauce, thinkin' I'll burn your thoughts Your information was false, I'll show you just what it costs In the M I crooked letter, crooked letter O U R I No one could do it better, hey Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (Na na na) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Now in the middle, we keep it crunk and jiggy Love 'Pac and Biggie the way that you love your sticky Call Louie, he have you pissy, mix with hen and crissy Bumpin' Tim and Missy with Slim, he used to diss me In the red Expedishy, that's okay though She can ride for the day though, can't even be a house guest Kato I'm a dog I said it rough, now call me snoopy Wouldn't have me in a hoopie, now you see me in a coupie In front of Utopia, I'm hopin' ya come down herd chippin' May I'm toastin' ya thanksgiving in these parts Yo we roastin' ya and when the heat come down, get ghostin' ya (God bless us) Loax with us, just how he jokes with us My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust Don't be provokin' us, it ain't no joke in us Just the North, South, East, West Coast, and us Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (Na na na) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (Na na na) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Mmm, you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (Na na na) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day ...