It's called Country Grammar, by Nelly.
Here are the lyrics:
Hmmmmm
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon)
Street sweeper baby, ****** ready to let it go (HOT S***!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, ****** 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
[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 getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
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 S***!) 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 wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
**** bionic it's ironic, slammin n***** like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
Chorus
[Nelly]
Who say pretty boys can't be wild n*****?
Loud n*****, O.K. Corral n*****
Foul n*****, run in the club and bust in the crowd n*****
How n*****? Ask me again and it's goin down n*****
Now n***** come to the circus and watch me clown n*****
Pound n***** what you be givin when I'm around n*****
Frown n*****, talkin **** when I leave the town n*****
Say now, can you h*** 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 ***** 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 n***** to Hotlanta
'ouisiana, all my n*****wit "Country Grammar"
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer
Chorus
[Nelly]
Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you n***** quit actin silly, mon
+Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon
Talkin really and I need it mon
Foes 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 n*****, sheist n***** who snatch yo' life n*****
Trife n*****, who produce and sell the same beat twice, n*****
(HOT S***!) Ice n*****, all over close to never sober
From broke to havin dough, cause 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***** lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now
Chorus