SMOOT - Grain Grippa (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Hey, what it do

It's your boy smooth a.k.a mr. wisconsin

Maino, what it do homie

That's how we do it homie

Chamillionaire my h-town homie

We grain grippin, ya understand me

[Smoot:]

I'm crusing down on the swangas, keep them thangs off the curb

I'm crusing smooth on the block gettin on these spectators nerves

I could pull out the bentley homie I could pull out the slab

Fill the tank up with gas then burn it out on the ave

The rims with diaminds be shining, woodgrain on the dash

Never tricking off pimpin homie, I'm bout that cash

Don't waste your time on ya feet, bentley b on my seats

Tippin off on pirellis stay puttin tints on the streets

Caddy shop on them skates stay drippin kool aid n' grape

Candy painted big body ya can tell I'm gettin that cake

Ain't got no time for no jackers I put a hole in ya cap

Before ya grippin my grain homie ya takin all dat

We not ya average if ya thinkin we are

It's like a whole bag of skittles melted down on my car

And them haters just mad cause they can't stop my shine

Look at my bentley it's about that time

Let's swoop for a dime

[Chorus: x2]

Grain grippa, grain grain grippa

Grain grippa, grain grain grippa

Grain grippa, grain grain grippa

Fo flipper, candy candy paint dripper

[Maino:]

Pull up in the range slow fitted cap hang low

Stash box in that woodgrains a big 4

Niggas know how I be on caddilac candy car

New on d bitch she ain't got no panties on

We goin get our grammy on lames down g'z up

Black bandana man lookin for me I'm g'd up

Can you believe us boys out the hood right

Decatuer, hosuton feel us just like my hood right

I'm in the hood like young chicks with tight shorts

Pull up in that 550 sit it on the sidewalk

This how I walk go head with dat side talk

For I down and just let that 45 spark

I'm in that white beamer ain't just a wife beater

A bitch so bad I might let my wife eat her

It's how life treat ya when your a life meeter

6-4 solo I rollin like caeser

[Chorus x2]

[Chamillionaire:]

I'm the rap game richie rich

Started chasing and I couldn't pause

I had too purchase me a boulvevard

Cause my garage is too full of cars

Get goin to the vma's at the afterparty stay pulling stars

Ain't gotta brandy when it come to candy

I'm the winner of the hood award

Plain ta see chamillionaire know how to get the chromed up to twist, car posing like picture time

Grill smiling like it love the chicks

Spying up all the v.I.p they we don't give a damn about other clicks, watch n we do it b.I.g don't talk about my publicist

She asked me if I sold drugs and I told her no mam

I don't sell coke but my candy look like a coke can

The chrome be showing the candy red in my dow jam

Banging my screw loud so my speakers sound like a slow jam

So hoes tell me I'm outside

My ride so high in a fly ride

When I hop out you gotta skydive

So I call my ride the sky drive

Paint lit up like a stop light

That red, that yellow that green glow

The cat that tried ta sntach that the cat that fat lady goin sing fo

[Chorus x4]