Method Man - Grand Prix lyrics
[Method Man - Grand Prix lyrics]
Ah, lord, mm hmm, yo get it
Twenty five years and we still going yeah
Dame Grease he's a bad boy
Look
I'm a smoker (yeah) , weed toker
The cola in your coka
Losing change up in your sofa
I brought change into the culture (Uh)
Funny how these pigeons try and
Change into a vulture you's a poser
Wit' pork all on your fork
And that ain't kosher
No sir, I never put a penny in a loafer
For good times up in the ghetto
We had penny and Willona (Uh)
You know I stretch a quarter
Got a rock 'cause I'm a roller
And I'm bolder than a hard rock
Is 'cause I'm a stoner i need closure
(Uh) , and you rappers need to wake up
And smell the begonias
You about to be goners
Big shot caller, I'm here to pop them corners
Little league ballers could get popped
I warned ya who put the person in persona
Putting hands up on a person
Close the curtain on the Rama
Pack a Llama, catch me lurking I'm your karma
Sleeping on me even worse'll get
You murked in your pajamas
You can try, but you'll never understand me
I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B
Y'all be racing to the cash
That's a Grand Prix
I go Ricky Bobby for that bag
That's a guarantee that's a guarantee
Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee
I'm still working on them commas
While the system tryna curve me
Ain't no mercy from your honor (Nah)
That's the problem
When you coming from the bottom
Couldn't even get Bin Laden 'til
We voted for Obama (Facts)
I ain't a minor, "Teen Spirit" ain't Nirvana
Call me pro meth
It's clear this kinda syrup ain't Jemima's
Baby mama drama, tryna act like she Madonna
Like a virgin
But I'm certain that this person a piranha
Man eater, Jeffrey Dahmer
If a stray hit a stan and
Kill a fan that's Katana
A rapper getting roasted in a room
That's a sauna
Straps in the room, It's Shaolin vs the Lama
Why should I threat when I can promise
With that money saved for college
You can go and pay me homage (yeah)
If you do the knowledge
You would know this I was solid
By the time you check your pockets
I already got ya wallet
You can try, but you'll never understand me
I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B
Y'all be racing to the cash
That's a Grand Prix
I go Ricky Bobby for that bag
That's a guarantee
Twenty five years and we still going yeah
Dame Grease he's a bad boy
Look
I'm a smoker (yeah) , weed toker
The cola in your coka
Losing change up in your sofa
I brought change into the culture (Uh)
Funny how these pigeons try and
Change into a vulture you's a poser
Wit' pork all on your fork
And that ain't kosher
No sir, I never put a penny in a loafer
For good times up in the ghetto
We had penny and Willona (Uh)
You know I stretch a quarter
Got a rock 'cause I'm a roller
And I'm bolder than a hard rock
Is 'cause I'm a stoner i need closure
(Uh) , and you rappers need to wake up
And smell the begonias
You about to be goners
Big shot caller, I'm here to pop them corners
Little league ballers could get popped
I warned ya who put the person in persona
Putting hands up on a person
Close the curtain on the Rama
Pack a Llama, catch me lurking I'm your karma
Sleeping on me even worse'll get
You murked in your pajamas
You can try, but you'll never understand me
I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B
Y'all be racing to the cash
That's a Grand Prix
I go Ricky Bobby for that bag
That's a guarantee that's a guarantee
Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee
I'm still working on them commas
While the system tryna curve me
Ain't no mercy from your honor (Nah)
That's the problem
When you coming from the bottom
Couldn't even get Bin Laden 'til
We voted for Obama (Facts)
I ain't a minor, "Teen Spirit" ain't Nirvana
Call me pro meth
It's clear this kinda syrup ain't Jemima's
Baby mama drama, tryna act like she Madonna
Like a virgin
But I'm certain that this person a piranha
Man eater, Jeffrey Dahmer
If a stray hit a stan and
Kill a fan that's Katana
A rapper getting roasted in a room
That's a sauna
Straps in the room, It's Shaolin vs the Lama
Why should I threat when I can promise
With that money saved for college
You can go and pay me homage (yeah)
If you do the knowledge
You would know this I was solid
By the time you check your pockets
I already got ya wallet
You can try, but you'll never understand me
I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B
Y'all be racing to the cash
That's a Grand Prix
I go Ricky Bobby for that bag
That's a guarantee