Grill 'Em

歌詞

(Chorus) We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars (Chorus) Got blue ice in our chain Got blue ice in our teeth Now show yo grill man Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, (show yo grill man) Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars Got blue ice in our chain Got blue ice in our teeth Now show yo grill man Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, (show yo grill man) Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, (show yo grill man) (Baby Blue) I got a blue Impala On some blue rims When I'm stompin in New York I wear my blue Tims I'm a blue star, rapper not a singer I got blue leather interior and blue power rangers Blue diamonds in my grill, blue underwear New blue socks, blue rocks in my watch Blue air force ones when I'm chillin wit Nelly Got girls puttin I love u Baby Blue cross they belly Baby Blue being true for dat Baby Blue clue Ain't no proof getting these chicken loose I bet they do Pretty Ricky and Pitbull Tellin Miami wat they do I'm a gangsta 4-0 G Interior sittin on Guicci seats I rub my cuts, my Nike's clean Baby Blue, Pretty Ricky Man not be,be You see, I see, you see Baby got blue ice in my teeth And I see, you see, we be Crusin round da block in a blue Bentley With no show fa, keeping a tosta, in a hosta U in yo testrosta We crusin in a end a coasta (Chorus) (Spectacular) Blue Bentley wit da blue rims Customized wit da chromed grill Platinum chain wit da blue gyms Blue fitted wit da blue Tims Blue stars to click da claim Blue ice all in my chain Blue panties comin off yo dame Blue cards like a poker game Chevy on 28's and I'm shinin Hangin out my car cause I'm always clownin Anything I see that I want I'm a buyin And if I'm lyin, I'm flyin Right now we got da biggest deal Picture this forty mill Keep 'em thinking that's how it is So open yo mouth, and show yo grill (Chorus) (Slick 'Em) Give me a blue verse (blue verse) Wit da blue skirts (wit da blue skirts) Baby blue cut seats, got to make it work (got to make it work) Blue diamonds in my teeth (my teeth) Blue diamonds in my chain (my chain) Don't like it, don't talk to the game playa I'm off da chain (I'm off da chain) Now ya'll can't mess wit a balla Fine girls check boys, ya'll know we got 'em Pass da one on da test We gone get 'em all Homeboy u softer than cotton Now u have a problem huh Cause people round here loose life everday Dat's M-I-A, dat's kind of ya day like Give me my money, forget da fame Now Slick 'Em down wit da nigga Dem boys got lyrics dat's lethal Lick you, hit you, and flip you Leavin you cripple where you stand playa I bet you a hater, I bet you afender It's (Chorus)