E-40, Stresmatic - My Lil Grimey Nigga lyrics
[E-40, Stresmatic - My Lil Grimey Nigga lyrics]
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
When my lil grimey nigga come
Around fools get nervous
'Cause he ill and sick as the fuck, smirkish
Heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even though
He looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy
Still ain't reformed
They say the doctor dropped him on
His head when he was born
My lil grimey nigga maney
Janky like tricked dice
Never been to church in
His life, no conscience, put you on ice
Pack a gun and a knife
Aim it right at your brain
Looking like a plate
Tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners manish
Bobby moves mean in the hood
With a AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryna tell my lil grimey
"Slow down!" but he ain't listening
Lil nigga hardheaded
Look forward to going to prison
Don't care if he make it to 25
He ain't tripping fifi, Belushi, and pill
Syrup and chacha sniffing
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga be lurkin' and
Prowlin' in the wee hours
Of the night with the on-demand
And his own on sight
Looking to bump heads or cross paths with
Anybody that he got a problem with
Lurking at the gas station on
Some old floop shit
Trained and programmed to go, about his dough
A hitter
Not a barber but carry an extra clipper
Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles
Up out the Rich
El Sobrante and Hercules teach him
Taught him how to fish
My lil grimey nigga, all the
Time right behind me, nigga
On the block with the Glock
Where you can find me, nigga
They didn't see his face
But everybody knew his name
Everybody knew his name, silhouette
His body frame
I wonder what set he claim? For the money
Fuck the fame
Do he make it rain? Hell nah, he gangbang
My lil grimey nigga keep a
Thumper stashed in his motor
Set to set robbing niggas, he's a floater
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
When my lil grimey nigga come
Around fools get nervous
'Cause he ill and sick as the fuck, smirkish
Heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even though
He looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy
Still ain't reformed
They say the doctor dropped him on
His head when he was born
My lil grimey nigga maney
Janky like tricked dice
Never been to church in
His life, no conscience, put you on ice
Pack a gun and a knife
Aim it right at your brain
Looking like a plate
Tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners manish
Bobby moves mean in the hood
With a AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryna tell my lil grimey
"Slow down!" but he ain't listening
Lil nigga hardheaded
Look forward to going to prison
Don't care if he make it to 25
He ain't tripping fifi, Belushi, and pill
Syrup and chacha sniffing
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga be lurkin' and
Prowlin' in the wee hours
Of the night with the on-demand
And his own on sight
Looking to bump heads or cross paths with
Anybody that he got a problem with
Lurking at the gas station on
Some old floop shit
Trained and programmed to go, about his dough
A hitter
Not a barber but carry an extra clipper
Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles
Up out the Rich
El Sobrante and Hercules teach him
Taught him how to fish
My lil grimey nigga, all the
Time right behind me, nigga
On the block with the Glock
Where you can find me, nigga
They didn't see his face
But everybody knew his name
Everybody knew his name, silhouette
His body frame
I wonder what set he claim? For the money
Fuck the fame
Do he make it rain? Hell nah, he gangbang
My lil grimey nigga keep a
Thumper stashed in his motor
Set to set robbing niggas, he's a floater
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club
In the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you
Better watch out for him