J.R. Writer - Grill Em lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Grill Em lyrics]
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em
Grill em, grill em, don't stop
This that get em sound, this that get it down
(down) this that two step we don't
Shake or spin around (no)
This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down
Let me see you twist ya frown
This that hard for real
Off the charts my nillz
Soon as you get to the lot ock
(what) start to grill
Show that mark a deal and you
Got the heart of steel
Scared a clown stare em down while
The nigga park his wheels (do it)
Then head to the club to show
Em you a party wrecker (wrecker)
Grill the bouncer cause he tryin
To charge you extra (charge me extra)
But next minute he letting in
A mob of heffers (what)
And wanna give you a hastle
At that Don detecter
Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer
(queer) give that fag a stare have
That little cracker scared (scared)
If he talking bout you can't
Wear ya hat in here
And that shit match ya gear
(grill em, grill em)
This ain't made for playas in
The club waving paper (nope)
This is for those stone cold playa haters
Who just playa hate, spot the spot
Place the place and quick to lay a scrape or
Scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh)
See I be on my D-IP
Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y T
(come here)
Grill a bartender cause he wanna see ID
And they won't let you in
That damn VIP grill em
This that get em sound, this that get it down
(down) this that two step we don't
Shake or spin around (no)
This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down
Let me see you twist ya frown
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em
Grill em, grill em, don't stop
This that mobster shit
(right) this Tupacalypse (right)
This that get in the club
Bub and pop some shit (huh)
This that I'm here right yeah watch ya bitch
He got, I ain't got
Hate on em cause he rockin it
What this nigga think
(grill em) we don't feel
This chimp (grill em)
I don't feel this chimp
(grill em) we got bigger nth's (grill em)
(Grill em
Grill em) if he dipped in mink (what)
We goin wild and push the crowd
Till he spill his drink (do it)
Relax you better scrap
(scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh)
We ain't tryin to keep the peace
You can go ahead with that (go head)
We got desserts macs that'll leave
You dead and flat
Fat to skinny, small to tall
Dogs Spud Webber Shaq (whatever)
Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it
Hands up if the DJ put
The scratch to ya music
Erratic and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo
Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid (hey)
That's what a thug about
(bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout)
So that slouch you's a bad mother
(shut your mouth)
They thought it was over till
You let the bluccas sprout
Clapped a few slugs for shouts
After the club get out
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em
Grill em, grill em, don't stop
This that get em sound, this that get it down
(down) this that two step we don't
Shake or spin around (no)
This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down
Let me see you twist ya frown
This that hard for real
Off the charts my nillz
Soon as you get to the lot ock
(what) start to grill
Show that mark a deal and you
Got the heart of steel
Scared a clown stare em down while
The nigga park his wheels (do it)
Then head to the club to show
Em you a party wrecker (wrecker)
Grill the bouncer cause he tryin
To charge you extra (charge me extra)
But next minute he letting in
A mob of heffers (what)
And wanna give you a hastle
At that Don detecter
Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer
(queer) give that fag a stare have
That little cracker scared (scared)
If he talking bout you can't
Wear ya hat in here
And that shit match ya gear
(grill em, grill em)
This ain't made for playas in
The club waving paper (nope)
This is for those stone cold playa haters
Who just playa hate, spot the spot
Place the place and quick to lay a scrape or
Scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh)
See I be on my D-IP
Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y T
(come here)
Grill a bartender cause he wanna see ID
And they won't let you in
That damn VIP grill em
This that get em sound, this that get it down
(down) this that two step we don't
Shake or spin around (no)
This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down
Let me see you twist ya frown
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em
(grill em) don't stop, grill em
Grill em, grill em, don't stop
This that mobster shit
(right) this Tupacalypse (right)
This that get in the club
Bub and pop some shit (huh)
This that I'm here right yeah watch ya bitch
He got, I ain't got
Hate on em cause he rockin it
What this nigga think
(grill em) we don't feel
This chimp (grill em)
I don't feel this chimp
(grill em) we got bigger nth's (grill em)
(Grill em
Grill em) if he dipped in mink (what)
We goin wild and push the crowd
Till he spill his drink (do it)
Relax you better scrap
(scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh)
We ain't tryin to keep the peace
You can go ahead with that (go head)
We got desserts macs that'll leave
You dead and flat
Fat to skinny, small to tall
Dogs Spud Webber Shaq (whatever)
Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it
Hands up if the DJ put
The scratch to ya music
Erratic and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo
Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid (hey)
That's what a thug about
(bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout)
So that slouch you's a bad mother
(shut your mouth)
They thought it was over till
You let the bluccas sprout
Clapped a few slugs for shouts
After the club get out