[Hook] We want the levels pumpin' The monitors tweakin' Turn it up the first mic So we can hear him speakin' Everybody freaked out And wiggin for the
Realize life's poetic potency's peakin' full bloom And wreak havoc spittin' quick on average Try not to speak too soon We a' sing to that the girls that
boys have cut the fool These boys from the south got nothing to lose On a Pettidee track can't help but move When Grits spit quick fire ain't nothing'
[Chorus] When i come through the door They already on the floor That's my song, turn it up Hey mr. DJ, put that song on replay Its hot, burn it up I
[feat. Pigeon John & Btwice] Remember when you told me it would never end We would be together like stimpy and ren Guess it was a lie Cause now you
's that lyrical liquid, miracle liquid, Same divine wine Jesus pickled the sick with, Healed the afflicted, Dipped, sipped and chilled with his click with, Last supper for the label, and Grits
[Verse 1:] Call it a second wind the beast has awoken from the pen Departed from sin, but still breakin' bread with my kin On a deeper water mission,
stays clear with mine Since 89 I stayed straight no more livin off state The only bars I stay locked in now are 16 or 8 You wanna stay in the kitchen When grits
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) [x3] Come on, yeah, here we go. Come on, yeah, somebody hold Yeah we get down. Yeah! Bounce around. Blow
What do you believe, what do you believe, believe, believe, believe; What do you believe; what do you believe; what do you believe [Repeat as background
[Bridge:] Spinnin in the ride Swervin in the ride Spinnin in the ride Swervin in the ride [Chorus:] Hittin Curves Charlotte Baby Woo Hoo Hittin Curves
the nine tucked, leave your eyes wide shut Size you up for a cut, of a single buck [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, we from the grits, y'all S.I.N.Y.,
Uh Kick on back to the rap I format When its through what you do is just play it back Rewind it Find it That's how I designed it And fellas if you see
Everything I do gonna be funny New Player on the field so yield and get back To the wall Cause I'm playin ya all Like a game K-I-D is the name Some
Do what you have to I do what I had to To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue And as I rank I wanna thank no one Cause I worked like a
Burnin Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no... Went to New York to cut my first LP Ridin down
There's only two types of men Pimps and John's There's one type of bitch And that's a hoe God damn holly hooker this is my world God damn time to go