Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look at the Grillz , by - 8Ball & MJG. Release date: 03.10.2005
Song language: English
Look at the Grillz |
| chevy super clean, two or three screens |
| watch a nigga be to the left I lean |
| 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam |
| just to let you sucker niggaz know I’m the king |
| this green I smoke we call it drow |
| its dead-liest from memphis Tenn |
| you see my folk we ain’t no joke |
| don’t turn this into a murder scene |
| I’m paranoid, tone misquoted |
| should not since my early teens |
| but I’m drop that note, grab me under sixteen |
| you can bring all the niggaz you want to bring |
| hey! |
| I thought you were running things |
| all you did was run the screens |
| must be out his mind thinking’the steel won’t touch him |
| see it on the bush let it burn like Usher |
| click, click, bang you can end the discussion |
| ain’t shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant |
| I steal would spray broad day ain’t nothing |
| the lilac one AK doing something |
| I’m immuned to the drama |
| act a fool if you wanna |
| lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach |
| he acting’like he want it, I’m show a nigga somethin |
| somebody phinna to have put (&&#*^%) |
| I don’t tolerate suckas who be trying me take a special kind of nigga to defies me similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93 |
| niggaz know, ain’t no out shinning me |
| I’ve been the G you’re trying’to be I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers |
| and killers true niggaz gonna ride me take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south |
| still spinning and I’m still smoking heavy |
| look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth |
| looking just like the rims on the chevy |
| pimp twist I’m a playa still, ballin’in the game come major bills |
| come and take a trip with me to hater Ville |
| on some 24 omegas and gator grill |
| fuck a twist. |
| fuck you bitch |
| I don’t really wanna have to bust you bitch |
| roman gold shine so hard |
| niggaz out here know they can’t touch that shit |
| I don’t trip, niggaz pull up I be lookin’proud when I bust that dutch |
| specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac |
| and the bubbles in the hummer truck |
| when you see a nigga cruise through |
| niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels |
| mother fucker wanna take my style |
| cause niggaz out here know I’m only fucking with the bonnet grills |
| and the haters wanna see me fall |
| how can I let y’all niggaz play me shited on their good then I pull up from my vehicle while bumpin'8 Ball &MJG |
| twista bitch and I from the shy |
| with my memphis connect and I ain’t going’lie |
| we be specializing in and up coming with dope shit |
| and pulling up in cool whips that’s fly |
| still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow |
| while I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe |
| old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP |
| the club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three |
| wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping |
| I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken |
| money players is demon like I’m willy beaming |
| like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen |
| she sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one |
| forever young, mama I just wanna’to have some fun |
| don’t try to ever take my cash from me you mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy |
| like that’s my last money |
| this for my niggaz who be bussin’back to perpetrators |
| we don’t discriminate, we’ll hurt now hurt you later |
| but I ain’t worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters |
| and I’m hidding gators on the refrigerator |
| down south memphis Tenn. pimpin’gotta rep it the third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin |