CeeLo Green, Tobe Nwigwe - CATFISH BLACKENED w/ GRITS lyrics
[CeeLo Green, Tobe Nwigwe - CATFISH BLACKENED w/ GRITS lyrics]
Ooh
Yeah
West!
Look, first off for my daughters
I live by the motto
"Execute or get executed"
I started goin' harder since
The one and only
Mrs. Carter put a stamp on the movement
Home improvement how I move with twos
'Cause that's how I was gooned on
The southwest side of Houston
Baby mama got induced and gave
Birth to a Chuku
Six weeks later we bagged a Gorson, uh
Might just hit her with a back-to back
And then I'll back-to back and
Then I'll back-to back
That's at least six babies out my sack
If a freak try to speak to me, she did cap
But Tate and Fat ain't playin'
Pistol sprayin'
It was gravitatin' towards me
Trust me, it ain't nothin' personal
We just out here movin' like a G-Unit
No fifty 'nem
Was broke, now the donuts like Krispy Kreme
Don't drink
But Fat might sip a whiskey blend
From Uncle Nearest, she send spirit's
For all our ancestors that
Started the whiskey trend
And me, I'm the designated D, capisce?
Been out here droppin' heat
But we is gon' feast
Gon' be a beast until I
See the beat, goin' beast
Capisce? Sheesh
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)
I need no introduction
You know who it wasn't
My finger goes curly, I work at construction
For lunch had a strike at the po' boy typed
Hacky Dickens fall right on my dope boy night
I got sport at the baby
Let's sit when I'm whippin'
Been hot out the grit's
Got the big piece of chicken
I'm movin' then groovin', peruvin'
Yo, 'scuse me
Then
Uh oh, Houston, think we got a solution (Woo)
I'm really just a family man
With a little pitch of Zaluron
Gotta turn these and trustees
The kids got keys
Aw hell, we're family men, ooh
All over the atlas
The world do the walk
Somersaults and backflips
Huh
And if you ever wanna be
You're gonna meet my mother, that's
Some beef for catfish
Uh
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)
Yeah
West!
Look, first off for my daughters
I live by the motto
"Execute or get executed"
I started goin' harder since
The one and only
Mrs. Carter put a stamp on the movement
Home improvement how I move with twos
'Cause that's how I was gooned on
The southwest side of Houston
Baby mama got induced and gave
Birth to a Chuku
Six weeks later we bagged a Gorson, uh
Might just hit her with a back-to back
And then I'll back-to back and
Then I'll back-to back
That's at least six babies out my sack
If a freak try to speak to me, she did cap
But Tate and Fat ain't playin'
Pistol sprayin'
It was gravitatin' towards me
Trust me, it ain't nothin' personal
We just out here movin' like a G-Unit
No fifty 'nem
Was broke, now the donuts like Krispy Kreme
Don't drink
But Fat might sip a whiskey blend
From Uncle Nearest, she send spirit's
For all our ancestors that
Started the whiskey trend
And me, I'm the designated D, capisce?
Been out here droppin' heat
But we is gon' feast
Gon' be a beast until I
See the beat, goin' beast
Capisce? Sheesh
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)
I need no introduction
You know who it wasn't
My finger goes curly, I work at construction
For lunch had a strike at the po' boy typed
Hacky Dickens fall right on my dope boy night
I got sport at the baby
Let's sit when I'm whippin'
Been hot out the grit's
Got the big piece of chicken
I'm movin' then groovin', peruvin'
Yo, 'scuse me
Then
Uh oh, Houston, think we got a solution (Woo)
I'm really just a family man
With a little pitch of Zaluron
Gotta turn these and trustees
The kids got keys
Aw hell, we're family men, ooh
All over the atlas
The world do the walk
Somersaults and backflips
Huh
And if you ever wanna be
You're gonna meet my mother, that's
Some beef for catfish
Uh
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)
This sound like catfish, blackened with
(Grit's)
Holla told me pull up on my baby mama
Make her go back bend for (Keep)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's sweet)
All of my black friends (Let's eat)
All of our black trends (Let's eat)