Tell me what's happenin' with ya Shawty what's happenin'? What's happenin' with ya? Shawty what's happenin? What's happenin' with ya? Tell me what's
Stop bitin' Using styles that you know That ain't yours Stop bitin' Changing sounds Every album you do Stop bitin' Reciting lines I done heard before
Yo You wanna know why we do this We keep speakin' these verses In purpose of breakin' curses With persecutional surface keep tryin' to Put us in hearses
it These boys have cut the fool These boys from the south got nothing to lose On a Pettidee track can't help but move When Grits spit quick fire ain'
That's when you know a group is hip Is when your parents say What is it with the hippy, the hip, hip, hippy glows? And you can't understand a word they
We are gonna play the cut right now And it's gonna be a very very big hit [Foreign content] He feel it, she feel it, we feel it So round and round we
We want the levels pumpin' The monitors tweakin' Turn it up the first mic So we can hear him speakin' Everybody freaked out And wiggin' for the weekend
Yeah yeah yeah Let the fire burn, let the fire roar Bouncin' back and forth to beat Gettin' angle wings to soar high Yeah yeah yeah Let the fire burn
with mine Since 89 I stayed straight, no more livin' off state The only bars I stay locked in now are 16 or 8 You wanna stay in the kitchen When grits
Trying not to quench Your fire with the things I do My life be like, ooh aah ooh, dum-dum ditty Here comes that boy from the Capital City Last up on the Grits
What do you believe? What do you believe? What do you believe? Everybody needs something to see, something to feel And something to be Everybody needs
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby) Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine Be all mine, be all mine (Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby) Slow
Runnin', runnin' Lookin' for that love I once knew Runnin', I'm runnin' Trying to find my way back to you I've been runnin' since understandin' confiscated
If I don't love you, baby Grits ain't grocery Eggs ain't poultry And Mona Lisa was a man Oh yeah, let's get into it, listen All around the world I'd
Uh, kick on back to the rap I format When it's through what you do is just play it back Rewind it, find it That's how I designed it And fellas if you
Do what you have to, I did what I had to To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue And as I rank I wanna thank no one 'Coz I worked like a
Burnin' Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no Went to New York to cut my first LP Ridin' down
There's only two types of men, pimps and Johns There's one type of bitch and that's a hoe Goddamn, how do you hooker, this is my world Goddamn time to